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[blinding madness]
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Could I rot, if life gave out?
Could I rot, if life gave out?
Reach at a high, altitude is on fire
Red again, read a lie
Everyone is on fires
I'm seeing it
I am seeing it
Aimed at his side
Cut across to divide
Up and down, what inside?
Hold on to a lie
You believe in it
You believe in it
Between a near
Somewhere over there
When I do try and fight
Can't recollect the evil deed
Sure wear those clothes
I'm washing out the blood I know
More tomorrow, our deafened lies
Look toward a frozen sky
Frozen sky