| These silver tongues, they cut the ones that we love |
| The future's starting to feel like a memory |
| Are we enough? Or is this part of the dream? |
| Nothing feels like it matters when the silence screams |
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| I can't find what's left for me besides another rise and fall |
| It took all that's left of me, and doubt is still in the way |
| I need to know how this ends without you, the words all bleed off the page |
| I can't find what's left of me |
| Do we make it out? Do we make it out? |
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| Break down |
| The walls, they cave while we are hopelessly divided before the fall |
| Blood fuels the fire, we carry the weight of treason |
| Is this all we know? |
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| I can't find what's left for me besides another rise and fall |
| It took all that's left of me, and doubt is still in the way |
| I need to know how this ends without you, the words all bleed off the page |
| I can't find what's left of me |
| Do we make it out? Do we make it out? |
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| Only as far as the rise and fall |
| Only as far as the rise and fall |
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| It never goes away |
| We're all just keeping it down |
| We are equal now |
| We all know our fate |
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| We're living pages of our prophecy |
| Hope is on its knees |
| But no one tells us how the story ends |
| Left without the key |
| Will we be swallowed by the sun |
| Or just left to rot? |
| Will they remember when we're gone? |
| What will we become? |
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