| After all of this we’ve been dismissed
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| By those who prefer to eat dirt
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| We’ve gladly exempt, we are racked with contempt
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| And we happily wish you this hurt
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| My skull is on fire with barbs and black spires
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| My synapses shriek in the flames
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| Yet we reel with desire though chocked by coarse wire
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| We’ve been loosed by our raging disdain
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| I’m gone, God, help me, I’m done, I’m done
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| Nothing can stop me, I’m done, I’m done
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| No fear, no doubt, I’ve bottomed out
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| I’ve lost myself I’m letting go
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| No pride, no me, I’ve set them free
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| Lost my mind and now I know
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| No pain, no death, they’re put to rest
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| We leave them here, we close the door
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| No earth, no man, now take my hand
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| 'Cause nothing matters
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| Oh, the stage that we soil, the plans that we foil
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| And the joke that we play on the world
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| And you drown in the oil, all wrapped up in the coils
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| And crushed under the stones that you’ve hurled
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| Still we march through the tombs through the darkness and gloom
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| And we shatter the columns of bone
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| And the world she breaks for the lives that she takes
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| She weeps as she dies all alone
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| No fear, no doubt, I’ve bottomed out
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| I’ve lost myself, I’m letting go
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| No pride, no me, I’ve set them free
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| Lost my mind and now I know
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| No pain, no death, they’re put to rest
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| We leave them here we close the door
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| No earth, no man, now take my hand
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| 'Cause nothing matters anymore
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| The world is a husk to be peeled back and torn
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| My body, a shell that now breaks
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| How I long to escape from the chains that I’ve worn
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| And hasten my greatest escape
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| And when I breathe my very last
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| Don’t shed a tear for me
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| Discard the body that once was my prison
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| For I’ll have been set free
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| And when the trumpets call us home
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| And I am no longer bedded by pain
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| Our tears will be forever dried
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| For the author of life knows my name
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| So we trample the hoards of the pointless and blank
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| We will die for the truth in our hearts
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| No force that exists will steal us from his hands
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| Nothing will tear us apart
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| Though the mirror is dull, the reflection obscured
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| We look beyond the obtuse
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| And the world weighs down beating us to the ground
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| But her efforts are of little use
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| The anointed one has purchased our souls
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| Death is battered and lifeless before me
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| The truth rains down for the children of Christ
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| And the truth has set us free
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| And through it all we rise when we fall
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| Though the road grows more narrow before me
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| Though we ache, though we cry, never break, never die
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| The one truth there is sets us free |