Do you believe in a better place?
Streets of gold and noble Kings.
Fall in line, my Love—I won’t chase,
Trails of bent and broken things. . .
Will we find a way back to ourselves?
Along miles of road and spinning fields.
One foot outside this measured hell,
Where the bless’ed cursed fail to yield.
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Our hunger will take us down—
This void marred with pride.
Stop this endless merry-go-round,
And choose to force a collide. . .
You’re a dead man walking into the fire,
Surrender what you can’t take.
Midnight will faithfully conspire—
But only if you’re burned awake. . .
Fair to those forcing coming sleep,
Stay numb, stay dry—that version’s true.
Oh, buried by the secrets that you keep,
The terror in the mirror, that’s you. . .
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Our hunger will take us down—
This void marred with pride.
Stop this endless merry-go-round,
And choose to force a collide. . .
You’re a dead man walking into the fire,
Surrender what you can’t take.
Midnight will faithfully conspire—
But only if you’re burned awake. . .
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Tell me are you awake?
While all the world is sleeping,
Are you brave enough to shake—
A dreamer while they’re dreaming?
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You’re a dead man walking into the fire,
Surrender what you can’t take.
Midnight will faithfully conspire—
But only if you’re burned awake!
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