| Don’t wake me up from my nightmares
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| Because it’s always much worse
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| The truth never sealed my fate
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| The truth it sealed my hate
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| I’m getting good at swapping one pain for another
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| And cache the truth deep down in my chest
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| I just hoped for a chestburster free life
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| But then came the day, the day of reckoning
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| I could feel thousands of heartbeats
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| In this city, just flatline
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| Simultaneously incinerated
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| By the conflagration of our enemies
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| I was alone at the frontline
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| The sin was too bright to understand
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| I was alone at the frontline
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| Dancing to the bitter tunes of silence
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| Fire doesn’t cleanse, it blackens
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| And my soul is the darkest of them all
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| From the blaze that torched our nation
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| My rage will dissolve the prison wall
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| Would you eat the fruit growing at a graveyard?
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| It most likely tastes perfectly fine
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| But the fact that it’s infused with the death of many
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| Will always gnaw at the back of your head
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| Everyone and everything I ever loved
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| Was no more, there was nothing left
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| Our birthright trampled and defiled
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| By assailants constructed by man’s hand
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| Fire doesn’t cleanse, it blackens
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| And my soul is the darkest of them all
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| From the blaze that torched our nation
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| My rage will dissolve the prison wall
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| And the survivors will feel it resonate
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| As it expands and travels through the city streets
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| Our jailers will collide with our united hate
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| And it won’t let go until their life-force depletes
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| You caged me
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| But when the hourglass strikes death
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| My liege will come for me
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| And he’ll render you a killustration
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| If one does not know to which port one is sailing
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| No wind is favorable we know exactly where we need to be and the winter gale
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| will take us there |