It comes from all we're giving
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In seemingly endless supply
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As signals cross defiantly
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Into this volatile mix we charge
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And the stubborn mind repeats
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The errors to challenge our grounds
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Either soar above or the detour takes you right
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Back down
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To where no one wants to see
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Misgivings in this starry nightlight
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Fill in the blanks
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That one will fall
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To the haunts and horrors
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To the haunts and horrors
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There is nothing left
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A mere shadow
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When adrenaline runs dry
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There is nothing there
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An empty prop
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When adrenaline runs dry
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It gets you deep
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Down low now
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As they told you of the blazing heights
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The stage from which the world is viewed
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Is the mirror to shatter the image
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The crypt he kept for hiding
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Retreat from another attack
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Painlessly forgiving
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A refuge in deceptive black
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It works within the system
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And they won't understand
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A lesser known deceiver
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Will fool you even more
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Now, now, now
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Now taunt the wasted
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It's all about nothing
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What to squeeze within the span of attention
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Brought to ground
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Let the chaos pass
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That one will fail
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By the screams and terrors
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By the screams and terrors
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There is nothing left
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A mere shadow
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When adrenaline runs dry
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There is nothing there
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An empty prop
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When adrenaline runs dry
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Dry Run
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| Dark Tranquillity |
