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In a watery grave, it's all faded
waking up standing on a thin wire
every soul reduced to ash
starving for more and more and more

neglecting the past, omitting the faults
overlooking this sea of hate,
we are the emissaries

come to another day
they fall apart into pieces
just to breathe them
just to leave everything behind

come to another day
they are nothing but the time
it's all made, drift away
when the emissaries come

feeding the oddity
searching for reasons
together without fear
we shall face the

eclipse, in the reign of starvation
in the year of the hunger
remember what we are made of
and what we were made to

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