Misled by sirens of fable
Forging dreams by unholy desire
Mending hearts fused with lost hope
Fall from grace, justice ceased to transpire
Awaiting judgement, a dishonored hostage
Pleading the master; be freed from this bondage
Sketching monsters on maps of illusion
Under pressure, find refuge in ruin
We lost our way to heaven on the front lines
No, we can't predict the end
Spinning in dreams, feeling jaded
Reaching towards a forsaken fate
Our broken fortitude withers
A dark premonition is at our gate
Awaiting judgement, a dishonored hostage
Pleading the master; be freed from this bondage
Sketching monsters on maps of illusion
Under pressure, find refuge in ruin
We lost our way to heaven on the front lines
No, we can't predict the end
A confined oblation to a higher power
Through the unknown
Know the devil believes in God
Awaiting judgement, a dishonored hostage
Pleading the master; be freed from this bondage
Sketching monsters on maps of illusion
Under pressure, find refuge in ruin
We lost our way to heaven on the front lines
No, we can't predict the end
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