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| 3:14 | 
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This could be the end
There is nothing left Drown all hope to mend Human intellect Believe the good of man is through This era will fade We become the voice With nothing to say And we had no choice Believe the good of man is through Believe nothing will come from you |
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| 2:25 |
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Illumination
comes with the sound of a familiar entity Resuming its rightful throne Emerging from the wreckage The regal soul survivor's collecting the faithful for a reintroduction to human brilliance Consuming all in the lifting song of immortality Awake all silent, take your place in reconstructing sound! Emerging from the wreckage The regal soul survivor's collecting the faithful for a reintroduction to human brilliance Amass all broken, take your right to collect once more! Lift your head and sing the end! Sing the end again! Awake all silent, take your place in reconstructing sound! Make glass of everything peripheral; Sing it to the ground! |
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| 1:29 |
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It's alive!
Its alive!.. Look we've given it life... Let's dress in it, take it on the town... And laugh as those robotic jaws all hit the ground... Shake and explode... They move a mile a minute... Hate makes machines of men... |
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| 4. |
| 3:09 | 
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| 5. |
| 3:54 |
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A day that's so silent you can hear a heart sing out its disgrace...
Such a violent machine... A highly modified display of walking dark desire... As the worlds lit up with dreams like a hail of gunfire... The light of eyes fade as they believe in lies... The ears of many will ring to commemorate the death of innocence... Tears will fall with every body used and dollar spent... Vaccines for dreams, born of what can make you scream... Keep dreaming... |
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| 6. |
| 3:12 |
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It is too bright today...
The faceless bodies will spin haunting webs... White displays... Stand tall, begin... Life ends in sweat tonight, closed doors; find me... Bow low and close your eyes... No one should see... Taming calypso, claiming to never let go... Glass veined wire frames grow strong as they deliver... "Look at me, look at me, keep your eyes on me, You can run if you want but there's no escaping full cities have fell for you but I'm gonna make you come clean..." Stripped down; Empty... "Look at me, look at me, keep your eyes on me... You can run if you want, but there's no escaping..." "Look at me, look at me, keep your eyes on me... Forget all that you know... This could get ugly" |
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| 7. |
| 2:27 |
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She's got you breathing hard
You spring to life in a single touch She says the word and you work yourself to death At night you're in her bed Lifeless as a doll The world is calm outside; Inside you shake the walls You are a monster Meaning is a memory She makes it hurt so bad It's impossible to speak Of this disgrace you have Your only love is in the absence of light Give yourself away one more night She's got you breathing hard You spring to life in a single touch She says the word and you work yourself to death |
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| 8. |
| 3:41 |
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Failure exists as a living face in the mirror.
Alive like all of us. Living a lie. It's the perfect crime with a witness beside you the whole time. This is the modern day sale of indulgence, as the faithless try to bring heaven home. The corrupt shall live by televised convulsions and the just shall live by faith alone. God save these ravenous animals standing upright to early for their own good. We all fail again. |
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| 9. |
| 2:34 |
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It was a night in fluorescent light...
A glow from a chemical high... Enough to pierce through all opposed... Despite how they resist and deny... Indestructible things were uncontested and obeyed... Not one would rush the gates to expose the fabrications made... Reflections took the form of living legends... Locking fists became a cure.... And from the halls came maniacal laughter, alive in the echo... As eyes reveal from below... The unbelievers hung from the rafters... |
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| 10. |
| 2:57 |
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To going out with a bang...
One for the history books... As I make my last stand... Euphoric; Gun in hand... A soldier awaiting alarm to strike against their waking arms... They will tear the wood from the wall like clockwork... The perfect way to shatter nerves... Death is nothing but a joke told by the will to live... I'm laughing so give me the best you've go to give... They'll have to kill me one thousand times to bleed my last drop of organic permanence... |
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| 3:04 |
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| 12. |
| 4:10 |
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Caress depressed faces with one final word...
Feel it in the corners of your eyes... I wait for the call to become your death... You are in the arms of impending death... You look so good with your blank stare... Screaming all I need to see... Silent, violence, begin to shiver and shake... This is the end of you, I've got one word for you... Run... My masterpiece in mind... All vivid, florid colors... For one subject and none other... Deceiver, you've ruined everything... |
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