Even though our hands keep around their throats.
Since they built this empire of insomnia.
But they only try to mesmerize and break away.
The time runs thin for redemption.
Our only need is to sacrifice our souls before the dawn.
Tomorrow we'll sleep all day.
The time runs thin.
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