| Cast aside my will
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| Decomposing soul, abandoned and cold
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| Every step is a foot in the grave
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| Admitting the pain is too profound for the brave
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| I release you from my arms again
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| No, this is not my burden
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| Lifeless, always
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| Your words will remain
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| But your image, a crooked frame
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| With a mind like seasons, there’s no chance for reason
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| The withering brings promise of dichotomy
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| Reflections of what I’ve done, our requiem
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| The horizon is a reminder, of wounds to come
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| The smoke will lead you home
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| If I could only burn
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| The words I’ve yet to learn
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| I saw the light in the sky
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| We weren’t always so blind to the lies, devouring life
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| When the last star falls, who’s to blame
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| For the eternal night, of wishes reclaimed?
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| The dawn of a new day, same faces, new pain
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| To carry on would be insane
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| I release you from my arms again
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| No, this is not my burden
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| Close your eyes and breath
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| Time to leave, this will be the end
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| Where do I begin?
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| This was a mistake, I have nothing to say
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| Your pain is well deserved
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| I’ve lived and loved, and all I’ve learned
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| (We can) We can only promise to burn
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| Marvel at the bridges flame, wonder why they never came
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| End of all
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| They consider the body a temple
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| Tear down the walls
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| The horizon is a reminder, of wounds to come |