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All the misery you create, |
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and all the pain you shape... |
| [01:15.88] |
You are not to blame, my friend. |
| [01:18.91] |
Somebody filled your empty page. |
| [01:22.63] |
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| [01:24.50] |
Shaped as we silently wept, |
| [01:28.32] |
confined transformation begins. |
| [01:32.07] |
The table was set and then we slept |
| [01:36.07] |
as architects of time |
| [01:43.01] |
|
| [01:56.13] |
So much grief behind the fa ade |
| [02:00.19] |
and symptoms of certain demise. |
| [02:04.32] |
We drown in fragrant illusions, |
| [02:08.31] |
illusions of right and wrong. |
| [02:12.32] |
We clench to a lustful saint |
| [02:16.01] |
digging graves on top of our lives. |
| [02:20.26] |
Stuffed with values til we choke, |
| [02:23.83] |
I guess we've reached the end of the rope |
| [02:30.58] |
|
| [03:00.58] |
Through the mist, in the haze, |
| [03:07.26] |
the impending doom's upon us |
| [03:15.64] |
The dividing blade of nature |
| [03:24.51] |
and man severed our callow breath |
| [03:29.97] |
|
| [03:33.46] |
The sun will set, |
| [03:39.46] |
set on the blindfolded |
| [03:46.84] |
|
| [04:04.46] |
The self-appointed guardians |
| [04:08.09] |
are scratching at my door. |
| [04:12.27] |
We kiss their venomous lips |
| [04:15.79] |
and join the hallowed parade. |
| [04:20.48] |
Flying on paralyzed wings |
| [04:24.41] |
wondering who we should be |
| [04:27.98] |
As tyranny becomes normality; |
| [04:32.04] |
We hang at the end of the rope |
| [04:36.79] |
|
| [04:51.97] |
Through the mist, in the haze, |
| [04:59.54] |
the impending doom's upon us |
| [05:07.60] |
The dividing blade of nature |
| [05:16.47] |
and man severed our callow breath |
| [05:24.03] |
|
| [05:25.60] |
The sun will set, |
| [05:31.41] |
set on the blindfolded |
