Under an eclipse of ever-rising feeling
Moving faster through my veins
And bleeding out the sun
That
And burning my eyes
If this is a crutch for the weak
Then I am the least of these
So cut off my arms and break my legs
So I don
Choking on all of the feeling
That I
Tasting the failure on my lips
That I
And this is my last chance for survival
A last ditch effort to cure my ache
We
We
We
The lies that I
They won
This is the end of the story that I can't forget
This goes far beyond our loyalties
And we feign as a shield
That
But we held our heads so high
We have not yet defeated failure
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