Let no one be themselves
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Turn of the century lies
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Not within the others
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Turn on the wretchful eye
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The blindness ends tonight
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Shelter for the shattered
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In unison we strive
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Dare to disassociate
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And cut the blinds that tie
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Abstractualize further
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To the ends of fact and foe
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Will it out of meaning
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As silence speaks the truth
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I want to hear you scream
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I want to see you stand
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Atop the Pantheon of fiction and your failure
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Grasping for a hiding place
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Among indifferent stones
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A brief reflection
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It sets the soul apart
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No selection
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It tears our world apart
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These walls are protecting us
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Burn them to the ground
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This haven of refuge
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Burn it to the ground
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So smudge the lens a little
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Muffle the voice
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Phase out of sound a while
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And let it go
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Citizens of choice
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In a twilight world of your design
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Left to our devices
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We stumble on
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I want to hear you scream
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I want to hear you scream
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Burn it to the ground
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No firewall will save you
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Burn it to the ground
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Take me to the keep
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And bare the darkest void
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Thousandfold the agony
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Of silenced screams alone
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Tune right out of static
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Exorcise the dark
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How else can we move on
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I want to hear you scream
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I want to see you die
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Through Smudged Lenses
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| Dark Tranquillity |
