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Wade as a dead-weight, bound by an invisible chain

Deep in the gas cloud, kicking distance from pain

Hold on, don't mind about the highs, for the lows will abound

Go on, savor those moments stake claim to that ground

You have seen them come and go

Down the ashes rain

It's time to reap now what's been sowed

Time and time again

Staring through the unblinking cold

Fade into the unknown

These streets run through you, streets full of undead

Out of excuses, a requiem in your head

Hold on, don't mind about the signs of a losing the game

Go on, savor your anquish stay true to the blame