| Those fragile bridges and castles deep in your mind |
| Burn them all down |
| Those fragile faces of monsters you leave behind |
| Burn them all |
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| I'll suffer in my head until I feel it |
| Walking toward the light, I see no reason |
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| Onto the flame — a weapon of loss, designed to carve out our fate |
| Encaged, enslaved, I'll never ride the wings of failure |
| I now surrender myself |
| Deep down, I fear that it only gets darker out here |
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| Those fragile bridges and castles deep in your mind |
| Burn them all down |
| Those fragile faces of monsters you leave behind |
| Burn them all |
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| Slam my head on the wall until I can feel the fear |
| One prevailing thought: how can I walk out |
| With answers to our bonded fate? |
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| Does it fill you with shame that you're no longer my gospel? |
| When every break is a shade of grey, how can you tell who sees? |
| You betrayed my reality when you walked away |
| I've replayed every memory — it's always you that's looking down at me |
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| What's the difference anymore? All vision, no faith |
| It's too much, too late — and now I feel it singeing me |
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| Onto the flame — a weapon of loss, designed to carve out our fate |
| Encaged, enslaved, I'll never ride the wings of failure |
| I now surrender myself |
| Deep down, I fear that it only gets darker out here |
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| I now surrender myself |
| Deep down, I fear that it only gets darker out here |
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| Liberation's lies, isolation's cost |
| Engulfed in the looming fog, infected with hatred |
| And all over feeling lost |
| And all over feeling lost |
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