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the beginning is the end is the beginning
send a heartbeat to
the void that cries through you
relive the pictures that have come to pass
for now we stand alone
the world is lost and blown
and we are flesh and blood disintegrate
with no more to hate
is it bright where you are
have the people changed
does it make you happy
you're so strange?
and in your darkest hour
i hold the secrets flame
we can watch the world
devoured in its pain
delivered from the blast
the last of a line of lasts
the pale princess of a palace cracked
and now the kingdom comes
crashing down undone
and i am master of a nothing place
of recoil and grace
is it bright where you are
have the people changed
does it make you happy
you're so strange?
and in your darkest hour
i hold the secrets flame
we can watch the world
devoured in its pain
time has stopped before us
the sky cannot ignore us
no one can separate us
for we are all that is left
the echoes bounces off me
the shadow lost beside me
there's no more need to pretend
cause' now i can begin again
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