| the winter frozen like the past
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| enduring youth is meant to last
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| we walk along the edge, of shadows to unwind
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| the agony of living always on our minds
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| this lust becomes disgust, the serpent brought the wine, there’s beauty in the
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| death of what was never mine, no longer can we fear, no longer can we love,
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| a desperate cry for help from some holy God above, look forward to an end,
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| an end that never comes, transforming into something we don’t want to become
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| the winter frozen like the past
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| enduring youth is meant to last
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| the cradle robbed of human life
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| stigmatized by treason’s knife
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| we want to bless the dead, for our eternal crimes
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| why can’t we sleep forever, we have done our time
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| the blood becomes the flood, it stains our crooked thoughts, a constant
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| draining feeling of a life long lost
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| the winter frozen like the past
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| enduring youth is meant to last
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| the cradle robbed of human life
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| stigmatized by treason’s knife
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| metal to metal, like ashes to ashes, yeah
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| sleeping, no sunlight, we live by the masters grave
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| burning, yes burning, nocturnal we hide away
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| never, have felt so alive in the night we prey |