Sweetness(?), have they, cut you down?
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And bore, far beneath, your war machine,
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And found your weakness,
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Let the vultures spree for more
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The mass of silence,
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Death can only lead,
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The blind so long,
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Before we see,
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The final moment,
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Breaking down what used to be
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We are the Vacant
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The Wasted
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And falling faster now
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We are the Faceless
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The Nameless
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Our blood wont hit the ground
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In the dream I held you hand and read, your final words, to only mean,
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They found your weaknesss floating facedown next to me
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We are the Vacant
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The Wasted
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And falling faster now
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We are the Faceless
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The Nameless
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Our blood wont hit the ground
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We know just who too,
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We are just here
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We are the Vacant
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(We are the Vacant)
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The Wasted
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(We are the Wasted)
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And falling faster now
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We are the Faceless
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(We are the Faceless)
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The Nameless
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(We are the Nameless)
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Our blood wont hit the ground
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The Scalpel
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| Drist |
