I struggle to reach above the fault, In the same moment of collapse
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Born to suffer by the fate of this world, come with me now, and bleed
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Visions of the promised land, I close my eyes and angels die
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No man alive can stop the bleed, and now I hear the voice of failure
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A deeper hunger I have for fear, we¡¯re bound to the eyes of his plea
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Fingers running across my scars, the beauty of my lonely heart
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Visions of the promised land, I close my eyes and angels die
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No man alive can stop the bleed, and now I hear the voice of failure
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The tempted drag me down where weakness feigned
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I harvest the only face I can and swim through the mire
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Time heals the wounds of sorrow, the undertow of deaths becoming
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I¡¯ve been searching for battles won, dusk is falling, sunlight drowns
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Visions of the promised land, I close my eyes and angels die
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No man alive can stop the bleed, and now I hear the voice of failure
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The Voice Of Failure
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Novembers Doom |