| Black cityscape
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| Towering…
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| Stone fangs tearing at the sky
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| Putrid tears fall
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| Black horrorscape
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| Ghosts line these avenues
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| These streets are trenches
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| Ugly are these scars
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| …And filled with rats they are
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| Filled with rats they are!
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| There are choirs, a ghost vesper for hope
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| Like whispers beyond the roaring machinery
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| So few the flowers in these gardens of rust
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| Nested they rest 'neath the carpet of dust
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| I stand to watch the leaving birds spread their wings
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| They will leave high above the chaos, high above everything
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| While I hide deep within my flesh fortress under siege
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| Where neither teachings nor syringes can reach
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| There must be beauty
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| Beyond this rugged city where we’re confined
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| There must be another meaning
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| Greater than all their lies combined
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| I’ve chosen another path
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| Walking away from the strains of life
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| A search for the blood orchid
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| In the rusted gardens of mankind
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| Autumn clutched in the earthen arms of summer’s growth
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| Beneath the canopy of warmth
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| Where stars beacons the weary and small
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| Yet every garden bear the witness of coming fall
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| Few are the flowers in the gardens of man
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| In these sparkling gutters of neon Babylon
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| Ghost dance amongst the fortunate whores
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| Scared and maimed the pale stumble on…
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| Blood Orchid
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| There must be beauty
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| Beyond this rugged city where we’re confined
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| Blood Orchid
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| There must be another meaning
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| Greater than all their lies combined
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| Blood Orchid
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| I’ve chosen another path
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| Walking away from the strains of life
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| Blood Orchid
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| A search for you
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| In these rusted gardens of mankind
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| I stand to watch
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| The leaving birds spread their wings
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| They will leave high above the chaos
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| High above everything
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| While I hide deep
|
| Within my flesh fortress under siege
|
| Where neither teachings nor syringes can reach
|
| There must be beauty
|
| Beyond this rugged city where we’re confined
|
| There must be another meaning
|
| Greater than all their lies combined
|
| I’ve chosen another path
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| Walking away from the strains of life
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| A search for the Blood Orchid
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| In the rusted gardens of mankind
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| Blood Orchid |