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37 lines
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This is a ghost town, alive with the echoes of failures fled
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Lit up by shining faces that parade these streets
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What used to be of humility is gone
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You walk the mounds of skull and bones
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Where living is denied, I see more movement in decomposition than in those hollow eyes
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It is the only place I know, where death is most alive
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It is when truth is turned to lie, that death is most alive
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Set flame to the ensnarers and pierce that ornate shield
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Branded by what claims you, you wear the mark of death
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Tear from loss and agony, a character defined
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Stripped of all but tragedy, what life is left to find?
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Go now, until there's nothing left
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Go now, the dying has begun
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It is the only place I know, where death is most alive
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It is when truth is turned to lie, that death is most alive
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So I flee from all that is me to hide behind this pale dead face
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Whatever happened to desire, want and need?
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Whatever happened to integrity?
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Imagination is a curse in all of this
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Whatever happened to the ones left behind?
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This is a ghost town, our bodies dragged through endless streets
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Go now, to never return
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I've seen more pitiful humiliation than you could never hide
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It is the only place I know, where death is most alive
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It is when truth is turned to lie, that death is most alive
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Name Terminus (where Death Is Most Alive)
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Artist Dark Tranquillity
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Album Fiction
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