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Blueprint to Nero
03:26
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See our grin; denial of all surrounding decay
The embers are still smoldering
It was hidden in the horse
No one heard the shouts
We thought the war was over
At home upheaval
We heard the war was over
But at home...
Pressure built in
For our convenience
Pressure built in
For our...
Over years we became accustomed to the feeling
Of presumed
Terrific strength and propulsion
We were all still spinning
We thought the war was over
At home upheaval
We heard the war was over
But at home...
Pressure built in
For our convenience
Pressure built in
For our...
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Tempt of Will
04:37
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Have you figured out where you're from?
Have you figured out where you're from?
Have you figured out who you are?
Have you figured out who you are?
Does it tempt your will
Does it tempt your will
While you're alone
While you're alone
Have you figured out where you are?
Have you figured out where you are?
Does it tempt your will
Does it tempt your will
To know you're alone
To know you're alone
Yeah...yeah....
To be on your own
Alone
To be on your own
Have you figured out this is it?
Have you figured out this is it?
Does it tempt your will
Does it tempt your will
We're all alone
We're all alone
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The Best Position
03:48
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Hooray for this one here
Yeah, he has somewhere to be
Still, it ain't that worth it to go
With pennies pinched to the ground
Wait, we're so worn out (We're so worn out)
We can only hope (For middle Ground)
So hey, it's getting colder
It's true, these chills are deadly
It's me and you that are here
(at the) Mercy of things we don't understand
Wait, we're so worn out (We're so worn out)
We can only hope (For middle ground)
Pray? Are you kidding? (We're so worn out)
Wait for all the doubt (Kneel on the ground)
We can only hope...
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Oh Savior
04:04
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Have you seen the angle they're riding now? It is somewhat different and so familiar too somehow. A different face; the speech from the stage.
The picture is bleak. In it's broken frame. We are all apart.
The whirring of the blades; so deafening. And how did I get the seat near the block? Oh Savior..oh...Savior....
The picture is bleak. In it's broken frame. We are all apart.
We voted. Put out our hands. We fell for idolization again. So many times, we've been inclined to let the top down to come around.
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