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Blind your eyes, let the sound prevail

Hear the voices, praying for the frail

Before the sunrise

We stand alone

In the light of the moon

As the sky comes down upon us all

The chance we had at redemption

Fills these walls

This apocalypse was tailor made

We built this house on the edge of a razor blade

Resting among the lives

Laying still, in the wake of democracy

Shadows fall as the dawn arrives

Broken bones casting shadows for us to see

Through the ashes, left from the fire

Faded dreams - heaped upon the pyre

Standing ovations for misplaced hypocrisy

We are alone

Hope wanes like the light of the moon

As the sky comes down upon us all

The chance we had at redemption

Fills these walls

This apocalypse was tailor made

We built this house on the edge of a razor blade

On the edge of a razor blade