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Standing in the space |
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That holds the silent lace of night away from you |
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You think that you can hold |
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The searing, molten gold between your fingers |
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But it slips through, tearing tendons as it goes |
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Exposing the white of a knuckle |
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Flesh and metal forming letters in the mould |
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Cradling your gun |
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After choosing the ones you think should die |
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Lying on the hill |
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Crawling over the windowsill into your living-room |
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They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads |
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Bodies torn by vultures |
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You are the man whose hands are rank with the smell of death |
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Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak |
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Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace |
| [02:23.91] |
Ah, but it is the only way you know |
| [02:37.31] |
Looking out to sea |
| [02:42.52] |
A flattened plane of weeds which bears no living |
| [02:51.22] |
You crush life in your fist |
| [02:57.56] |
As your heart is kissed by the lips of death |
| [03:09.56] |
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you |
| [03:13.45] |
In the night they steal your eye from its socket |
| [03:21.71] |
And the ball hangs fallen on your cheek |
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Complaining tongues are stilled |
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A thousand mouths are filled with rusting metal |
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Your face a shade of green |
| [03:57.11] |
Somehow you try to speak through all the garbage in your mouth |
| [04:08.54] |
But it won't come out |
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And you cannot frame the words as your stepson |
| [04:20.62] |
Throws your fame into the flames and you are burned |
| [04:36.41] |
Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak |
| [04:43.49] |
Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace |
| [04:51.38] |
Ah, but it is the only way you know |
| [05:41.00] |
Live by sword and you shall die so |
| [05:44.50] |
All your power shall come to nought |
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Every life you take is part of your own |
| [05:51.60] |
Death, not power, is what you've bought |
| [06:40.01] |
Cringing in your room |
| [06:46.26] |
Now the outriders of doom step on your threshold |
| [06:57.36] |
Begging for your life |
| [07:04.00] |
As the impartial knife sinks in your screaming flesh |
| [07:17.09] |
Without malice, merely taking murder's toll |
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You must pay the price of hate |
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And that price is your soul |
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Live in peace or die forever in your war-room |
