Lost
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When the storm hits, you will leave this
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Awake
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Time will pass through, and break you
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Broken, or so you say
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Nobody bought that fable anyway
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So calloused, and so naive
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To wear a heart of fiction on your sleeve
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Bury every sign of life in filth and hollow trend
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And push against progression on the path of logic's end
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Like tears flowing upward
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[Chorus:]
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Lost, an aimless soul
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When the storm hits, you will leave this
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Awake to wasted days
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Time will pass through, and break you
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This wreckage you'll never be
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If you were raised in Hell you'd own the sea
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Don't tell me it's not your choice
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You sold a blessed future for some noise
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Bury every sign of life in filth and hollow trend
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And push against progression on the path of logic's end
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Like tears flowing upward
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[Chorus]
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With every waking second you front, another real life loses ground
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Ten thousand arms outstretched and you have the nerve to strike them all
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No reason to coexist?
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No reason to exist
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No Reason To Exist
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| Demon Hunter |
