| It is torture that you kill me
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| As your knife goes gliding in
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| Cut my vein to the spirit
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| Of the child I have been
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| My life screams as you carve me
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| Hold my guts inside your hands
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| Heaven brings newly warmed blood
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| As you drain my heart again
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| With blind acceptance I swallow all your lies
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| Yet consumed by rage I learn only to reside
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| In fear of the apparition of the revolution
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| Apparition of the Revolution
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| Poised at the edge of destruction
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| Fist held straight up in the sky
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| I marvel at the corpses moving
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| Is it I who give them life
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| And still am I to blame
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| As the water’s closing in
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| Submerged in futile tragedy
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| The rumbling of The End
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| Yet a 1,000 armies' poisons never could stop my grief
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| Some angels had the nerve to interrupt my peace
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| In admiration of the apparition of the revolution
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| And in a wild and sudden dance
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| We mocked at Time, Fate, and Chance
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| Singing, «God is Joy, and Joy is Love»
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| And in our eyes there flashed a glow
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| Of brightness to and fro
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| And in this all our song arose
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| You spoke, ‘I see your eyes grow dim
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| With all the sorrow of men
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| Now wrapped in dreams again
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| Be still, my friend'
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| Apparition of the Revolution
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| Finally I grasp your pleasure
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| It’s to see me slowly burn
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| The revelation no longer ghostly
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| Solid form of rebellion
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| [A mother dreams of her sons united
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| Her children’s eyes drawn blank and flat]
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| With each step I further fall into the void
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| With each life I lived I stopped just slightly short
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| In dreaming of the Apparition of the Revolution
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| By hunting for the Apparition of the Revolution
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| In dying for the Apparition of the Revolution
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| Out of love for the Apparition of the Revolution |