Strangled daylight fading, soon I'll crawl out
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To whisper to the bones I've scattered about
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[Chorus:]
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Arranging the bones
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The bones on the moor
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Seeds of the doomed
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So perfect they are
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We draw closer every time when we speak
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They want others like them to be complete
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[Chorus]
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[Lead - Cutler]
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Below the ground when the sun is high
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In solitude I deconstruct my prize
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I chew the mangled meat right off the bone
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In the darkness down here all alone
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Skeletal sockets peering out through the mist
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Sun bleached fingers point while the stale winds hiss
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[Chorus]
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[Lead - Coralles]
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I've stripped the pieces from their counterparts
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Nocturnal placement as a work of art
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This place is mine, nobody else comes here
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If they do they'll only disappear
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Seeds Of The Doomed
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| Autopsy |
