Silence has already spoken
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They have all failed to hold their chairs
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Shame left its print on their faces
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Muted and perfectly there
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And so am I
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Rust, cleansing in harm
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Echoes of laughter and beauty
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Cleverly disguised and still and cold
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In every eye silver mirrors (without compassion)
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Plasterlike face ignores the call
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And so will I
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Rust, cleansing in harm
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The unforgiving mask that drives the lesson home
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The fear that ties us down and leaves us all alone
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We are all alone
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Screaming beneath placid gazes
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No one is there to break the fall
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Spineless and amazed we greet the metaphor
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that leaves us as beggars at the door
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And so we tie
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Rust, cleansing in harm
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The bond that ties us holds
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Hate the price we pay
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Rust Cleansing
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| Madder Mortem |
