lyrics
We lay upon the burning lake
We are the drawn and erased
Our hands held hands, made us crawl
We’ve come to search and destroy
There is a purpose of death
Sweet fruit rots on the grave of youth
Our hands held hands made of clay
False words breed false memories
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ah
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We lay upon the burning lake
We are the drawn and erased
The walking children of the dead
Blue pencil marks forgotten
There is a purpose of death
Sweet fruit rots on the grave of youth
We washed dirt off hands of clay
Paper vanity burns shallow memories
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We won’t die twice like pages lost
These books won’t show now
Where they’ve been cut
Our eyes are always focused on the horizon
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Rebirth
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from
MYTHS, track
released 06 July 2011
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