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Verse 1:

Halo, on your own, none deserving. None fit, all declaring it was always they who cast the first stone.

Chorus:

Halo, hell no. I'd rather burn that follow. Common sense is a coincidence, your arrogance rings hollow.

Verse 2:

Fading, dissipating. What will we do when you're dim, burnt out? Darkness then, moral compass bent, endless wondering to cast that next stone.

Interlude:

Fall down and face the sound that tolls only for you. Fade into the light of the sun.