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This Is The TruthThe day after dawnThe knight moves on the pawn Why are we so violent To grasp at the unknown Because there's so much That we can't see Not your prophet, your muse or your comedy Tragic endings sad defeats A monument to the guilty They brought this disease The truth never sleeps Cold and lifeless Suspended belief Blinded unable to breathe The royal blood The tired sheep Arcane cursing death Nihilistic innocence is gone I've been consumed Now I've lost all desire I lost myself in the choir Never once never give it the Pleasure of power Alone in it's tower I've lost the will to lie to myself I've been to hell I've seen the ruse This is the truth We're all being used |