The god sighed and silence was born
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A tortured life is spared of vision
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And it's painful when it's worn
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The cloak of shame spares no protection
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His world is made of steel
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In his hands he bent the fire
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To mold a thing so real
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A burning world born of desire
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His hope was not enough
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To fill an empty cup
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He simply let it drain into the nowhere
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There is no reckoning
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There is no bargaining
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In symbol rain will fall as he lays weeping
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We stand below rinsed by the tears
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Unlike rain they bring no healing
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Rust corrodes the souls
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Of children wrought to match his image
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Abandoned with all of his cares
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No choice but to wait for the kindness of time
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To erase us one and all
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To flow like a river with no beginning
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Head in hands and weary eyes
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The failures scratch and carve the lines
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Into the face of one
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The lines into the face of none
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He sees the world
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He sees his dreams
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And nothing's ever as it seems
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The promise was so real
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Now all that's left is crumbled steel
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No prayers are said in his name
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Nobody knew that he ever existed
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Alone he accepts all the blame
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Plaintively wonders how dreams become twisted
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And he waits for another to come
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Another, a chance to revive from the nothing
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The fabric to weave once again
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To forge from the fire his vision of man
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Into The Nowhere
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| Agent Steel |
