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I see no hope where hope should be |
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A courtroom drama in major aspect |
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Mortal laws for those who see |
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Beyond extorted discipline and respect |
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I see no hope where hope should be |
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I see no seven, six nor three |
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Faith has vanished, they are banished |
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And gods fall furthers that you and me |
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Fall! |
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The clockwork of time is no longer divine |
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Shattered glass will guide the way, the path that leads |
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To judgement day |
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Pale and unmoving like golems of ashes |
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Away from the wind and the rain that slashes |
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Their powerful limbs to dust |
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Nothing left to loose, but no one left to trust |
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The ornamented entrance, the gate of pearls |
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The lack of maintenance hurts |
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And shivering is your empty hand |
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Pointing way to the promised land |
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Nothing is there but sun and sand |
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Nothing more than when we are banned |
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The shivering hand is loosing it's grip |
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Promises lamenting from your lips |
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As they're falling brick by brick |
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Falling brick by brick |
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Fall! |
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The clockwork of time is no longer divine |
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Shattered glass will guide the way, the path that leads |
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To judgement day |
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Stored in a space untouched by man |
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Praying for deliverance like only gods can |
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Do when they are alone |
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No churches nor shrines to call "home" |
