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Where all is lost and invaded |
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In a realm of dust and tarnished soil |
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Our minds and hearts outworn and jaded |
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Slowly turning to black as oil |
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Surpassed the filth of life once dear |
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Ventured far beyond hope and fear |
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With a sense of nothing drawing near |
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Where can one go from here? |
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No point left to go on from here... |
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For so long I knew the question |
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That in fear we dared not even ask |
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Hoping to never learn the answer |
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But it was out of our grasps... |
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Beyond worlds expired and graved |
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Past false hopes of being saved |
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Between life and death enslaved |
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We are the fallen |
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When all is lost and all is bound |
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In a broken world that keeps on turning |
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My feet still feel the ground |
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But my wings are already burning... |
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For now I know the answer |
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The one buried so deep beneath our shells |
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But now I know the answer |
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It will hurt like Hell |
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"The more we tried to hide, the clearer it became, |
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bashing down every door |
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And how can one prepare for a pain knowing |
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it will hurt like nothing before..." |
