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HeavenWe're losing the battle And herded like cattle We choose not to meddle With no scores to settle Where once things had mattered Then those dreams shattered They gave us the kingdom At the cost of our freedom Heaven is dead like me Heaven is dead like me These open sores don't hurt anymore I played along They said it was wrong They said it was wrong Something's in the medicine And I think you know why They complicate the innocent And motivate our cry Empty is the feeling that we emulate Broken is the reason that we populate |
