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Truth in redemption's pyre |
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Scorched out, no longer in life |
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Awaiting these souls on fire |
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In life, there's no brighter side |
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Once hateful as all its slaves |
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More fertile than its enemies |
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Impossible to control |
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But still a reason for us to live on |
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Keep away from scarecrows dreams |
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Dismay feeds all these marionettes |
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See the truth and manipulation |
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With lies they breed all these marionettes |
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Truth over denial inside a thought bleaker than life |
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Lustre of all that remains is the day |
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when we all are the same |
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Adapted to black, still on way down |
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Beyond redemption in a state stronger than hate |
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Truth over all dreams |
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Deceit to feed the desolated breed |
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The point of all that's been done |
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Is the moment we all are gathered as one |
