This is where the bodies fell
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Feel the pressure on the surface
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Too long buried arrogance
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Rising up to reign
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Palpable and crystal pure
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Sovereign and without master
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Perfected and far too sure
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It is on its way
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Save us
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Stay your hand
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We are born too far from morality
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This is where it all began,
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Where the wounds were left to fester
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Here the feeder will unhand
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Those that could not choose
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Here, at last, it all comes true
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See the pity and devotion
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In the scar that marks you, too
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It is on its way
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Save us
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Stay your hand
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We are born too far from morality
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The stones in our hands uncloud the senses
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No time for demands, time moves against us
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Dawn is breaking in the clouds and the starkness of light is blinding
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Give us a moment to savour your face and to worship and love our murder
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Save us
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Stay your hand
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All we need is one more chance at life
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Distance Will Save Us
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| Madder Mortem |
