| Hate — Greed — Worlds turn to ashes
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| War — Creed — No sign from heaven
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| Burn — Bleed — All just for nothing
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| For centuries I’ve wandered here
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| Across the ashes of mankind
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| The blood been spilled, the hopes deceived
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| There is no water turned to wine
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| A golden age, a woven maze
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| Of stolen strings and fake bliss
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| Keep on bleeding, self-deceiving
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| All or nothing, make-believing
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| That the winner will always be you
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| See the clouds in the sky still burning
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| Watch me counting the days in the rain
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| White eiderdown falls to the ground
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| Covers all that has been with death
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| Hate — Greed — Worlds turn to ashes
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| War — Creed — No sign from heaven
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| So long ago a flower rose
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| Revealed its beauty and its thorns
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| We’ve covered those once golden roads
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| With blood of our children
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| Keep on bleeding, self-deceiving
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| All or nothing, make-believing
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| That the winner will always be you
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| See the clouds in the sky still burning
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| Watch me counting the days in the rain
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| White eiderdown falls to the ground
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| Covers all that has been with death
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| Look and see what it could have been
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| But this all was just a dream
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| Just a dream of our foolish minds
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| So…
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| See the clouds in the sky still burning
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| Watch me counting the days in the rain
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| The nightfall has come so early
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| Wiping all of our visions away
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| White eiderdown falls to the ground
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| Covers all that has been with death
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| Hate — Greed — Worlds turn to ashes
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| War — Creed — No sign from heaven
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| Burn — Bleed — All just for nothing
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| Wake up
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| See what you’re becoming
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| See what we’re becoming |