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I remove the blinders to find you still
With a bloodied hand and a broken will
The peace we found was never real

I tore the rope and hung the crowd
And watched as I burned my bridges down
With the fire that once rose in me

So it turns to gray and I bid you well
In your journey between earth and hell
The song you hear belongs now to me

Remember me when it’s too late
And the symphony I orchestrate
That once lived inside your head

There is nothing left but a memory
And this is the hour that I turn and flee
I can lie to myself no more

What I once felt I now release
The battle stops and the drums will cease
I won’t live here to watch you die

And when this all has come to pass
You’ll find my words were made of glass
I have cut you with the pristine