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Verse 1:

I heard it through the dead vines,

Read it on the fine lines,

The truth will never suffice,

All covered in white lies.

All I see are burnt truths,

All are set demised,

Taste the blood of your truth,

Go on and roll the dice.

Chorus:

Tomorrow seems so ruthless,

Today laid to rest,

These fights are only fruitless,

Will that be the case…

Verse 2:

I heard it through the dead vines,

Read it on the fine lines,

The truth will never suffice,

All covered in white lies.

All I see are burnt truths,

All are set demised,

Taste the blood of your truth,

Go on and roll the dice.

Chorus:

Tomorrow seems so ruthless,

Today laid to rest,

These fights are only fruitless,

Will that be the case…

Chorus/Outro:

Tomorrow seems so ruthless,

Today laid to rest,

These fights are only fruitless,

Will that be the case…