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those landscapes you see |
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are not made of life at all |
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they are mades of death |
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they're like a cancer that's covering the earth |
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and everything you see is just |
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grey walls and wasteland around |
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I lost my voice I lost my thoughts |
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and pain is tearing me appart |
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heart on ice, this heart's on ice |
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is weak and frail, so weak and frail. |
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red light blue light flashing fear |
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there's too much stone around here |
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another door slammed on my face |
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and you don't bother to here |
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it is dark no noise arond me |
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when I was in that state |
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red blood eyes flame in the sky |
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and walls are breathing by hate |
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nothing new in the dying sun |
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and on the western front |
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a perfect reflection a senseless action |
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suburban homes you know |
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I lost my head I lost my faith |
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and pain is tearing me appart |
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and everything I see is just |
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grey walls and wasteland around |
