Through times I thought of what we created
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For greater causes that brought us down to this
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The ground is shaking from all the people below
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One thing I've learned from this is,
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What you reap is what you sow
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In elderly forms and surroundings
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In the flesh of spirits incarnated
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They are here for the hate forgotten
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A rearview mirror to all lost souls
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A slow burn shattered the field
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Pain through body fire drained vein
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Walk down to the watchtower
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And with the right kind of eyes
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See waves roll in and over
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Never could you see the watermark
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Man marches through the rust and dust
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The burning fields will soon be ashes
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Bodies woven in smoke and skin
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And clouds descend to the sea
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I see the bonds that tie belief
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For this I choose to sink
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Walk down to the watchtower
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And with the obscure shapes
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See smoke roll in and over
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Never will we see the lights
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The Watchtower
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Cult Of Luna |