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by the river
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An UNDISTINGUISHED knot of waste
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The man laid open, a soul to test
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Feel some pressure
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Building in your chest, is this your last breath?
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Alone exposed to just blood and bone
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An empty practice for the hordes
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Ritual
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Like complicated insects will
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We walk alone
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Scouring graveyards
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In search of ourselves
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We discover strangers
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The sleeping eyes of time passed by
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What might have been sin or doubt
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The side that's dried and petrified
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Why mercy's expected is beyond the point of points
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Of points....
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Of points....
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Open up your eyes
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Never to realize
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Coming from the riverside
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Are screams of MERCY...
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Cry, we have come too far...
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Lonely sunrise, climbing into the sky,
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Only to sleep...
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Dusted twilight, spilling into moonlight
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All our lives we're waiting to die
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IN FEAR OF THE RIVER
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We trample under a billion stars
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And vines that wind over the houses
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And past the trees
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Smothering everything...
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When all drops silent
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A grave where no light gets in
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The world resents it
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When all is placid
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A tranquil place in time
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Our Earth shattered
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We ain't getting by
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by the river
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| Vision of disorder |
