There is no turning back
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From all the confines of regret
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Reminders of that day will haunt you
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Nights you never slept
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And every time you separate the body from the mind
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And look into yourself and see what you've left behind
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It's something you salvage through and pick the bones
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It's something you'll never stop searching for
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It's a self made misery
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It's a blatant blasphemy
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But all we need is a little transcendence to mead us
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But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses
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The farther out you make it
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Beyond the absolute
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Onto another level can't take anything with you
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So calm for a split second before you
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Reconnect with the storm
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It's something you salvage through and pick the bones
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It's something you'll never stop searching for
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It's a self made misery
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It's a blatant blasphemy
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But all we need is a little transcendence to mend us
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But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses
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It's a self made misery
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But you write your own history
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I wanna peel back this later
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Reveal my new skin to the open air
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I feel a cleansing wash over me
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And I'm finally able to breathe
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All we need is a little transcendence to mend us
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But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses
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Transcendence to mend us
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Transcendence
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Darkest Hour |