In this image you're standing so flawless so utterly perfect
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Yet something is wrong that cannot be placed
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A weapon are your words preaching to convert
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The very ones that you claim to be trying to save
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Passing judgement a blanket statement
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Encompassing nothing exacting the strictest of penalty
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If your will wasn't flawed would you be overcome by your pain
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And is this bleeding ulcer still you faith
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A token gesture a bloodless clot
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Dragged underneath the swallowing ocean
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Failed apparatus delaying the inevitable
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The end of your world begins with your next breath
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Will the weight of your soul drag it all
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Down into the wasteland of the sky
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Funeral pyres seeding the whole of the universe
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Constantly breeding this arson
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Coward accept your own judgement and take a step forward
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Volunteering for the end
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With this breath turn regret into bliss
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And let the world fade away into decay
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A token gesture a bloodless clot
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Dragged underneath the swallowing ocean
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Failed apparatus embrace the end
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Token Gesture
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December |