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Flatliners The The Great Awake

We've gone to all this trouble of tearing our hair out Those shadows once oh so legendary have disappeared and fucking faded out At the foot of these

make some sense of this You will always be remembered You will be celebrated You will never be forgotten These tears still haven't faded I feel I'm awake

to witness something: the choice of life or death or sin (Remember those days?) The days when your dreams were the only thing you had to keep you awake

Cover your blackened eyes, and forget about this mess If I haven't destroyed every little thing... We could leave in the middle of the night With the

What have we become? It hits like a shotgun blast under the still-rising sun These corners once preyed on by the powers-that-be have fallen victim to

watched your syllables subside But for good measure this time I'll smile Until my teeth are rotting gums Until I lose my fucking mind I heard you're doing great