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Die Thoughts replaced by a placid romance Without movement, i can't escape Die Searching through the static Twisted and torn inside of Such blinding visions of destruction So i have to question Was this in the master plan? Now a broken future's all that we hold Broken Our broken futre is all that we hold Our day draws To it's close Dusk Washes away Integrity now bleeds away As tired hearts are left to drain Do you see there faces when you fall asleep at night? Now they're nothing more than blood stained memories Blood stained memories
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