You suffocate all
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You're dying so await your fall
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You're begging like a pig for crumbs
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So lick the plate clean until your lips are cold and numb
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Off with your own head. Change your footsteps.
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Why do you choose to bury your father and sons?
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Let the dead bury the dead; your father and sons
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The dead bury the dead.
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The knife is to your own neck. Follow me.
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Taste the life. Leave all that is dead behind.
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Dead bury the dead.
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I am wretched skin in vain but I will not collapse
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My foundations will not crumble or see decay
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When the last candle burns out will you find your way?
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Will you stumble? Will you regret your path; your name?
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The dead bury the dead again, again, again.
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Bury the dead.
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The knife is to your own neck. Follow me.
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Taste the life. Leave all that is dead behind.
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Dead bury the dead.
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Are you dying from inside?
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Are you suffering?
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Progress is a choice in life.
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Face down, don't turn your back on me.
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Where's your dedication? Your fight?
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The annihilation of your pride.
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I want! I want! I need! I need! and I want!
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I want for you to open up your eyes
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Envision all that is unseen.
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You will follow all that is revealed.
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You will follow because your light is growing dim.
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You will fall in what is yours.
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Dead Bury The Dead
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| Candiria |
