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Fragile, quiet and distant as flesh against another |
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Heroism suppressed, leavin' hunger in its wake |
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Tired even of sleep |
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A fragment of life, no more pain! |
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The nights they will drag on |
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These hands will not abide |
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A nightmare beckons leavin' death in its wake |
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The sickness is a dream |
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Imprisoned in the deep of the stone |
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Reality restin' upon pillars of dust |
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The infinite voracious arms of myth |
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Trying to even out sleep |
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With death in our way |
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The sickness is a dream |
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Imprisoned in the deep of the stone |
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Reality restin' upon pillars of dust |
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The infinite voracious arms of myth |
