those landscapes you see
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are not made of life at all
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they are mades of death
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they're like a cancer that's covering the earth
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and everything you see is just
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grey walls and wasteland around
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I lost my voice I lost my thoughts
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and pain is tearing me appart
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heart on ice, this heart's on ice
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is weak and frail, so weak and frail.
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red light blue light flashing fear
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there's too much stone around here
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another door slammed on my face
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and you don't bother to here
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it is dark no noise arond me
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when I was in that state
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red blood eyes flame in the sky
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and walls are breathing by hate
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nothing new in the dying sun
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and on the western front
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a perfect reflection a senseless action
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suburban homes you know
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I lost my head I lost my faith
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and pain is tearing me appart
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and everything I see is just
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grey walls and wasteland around
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Within The Realm Of A Dying Sun
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Love Like Blood |