Lyrics Last Call - Primordial
                                                Awake 
                                                in 
                                                another 
                                                city 
                                                at 
5                                                am
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                breath 
                                                of 
                                                day 
                                                upon 
                                                my 
                                                neck
 
                                    
                                
                                                Covating 
                                                the 
                                                hours 
                                                before 
                                                    I 
                                                wake
 
                                    
                                
                                                Another 
                                                me 
                                                from 
                                                his 
                                                sleep
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                gve 
                                                back 
                                                the 
                                                things 
                                                    I 
                                                take
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                hard 
                                                we 
                                                tried 
                                                to 
                                                tear 
                                                this 
                                                world 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mu 
                                                duty 
                                                was 
                                                to 
                                                futility
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                unwilling 
                                                hand 
                                                of 
                                                beauty
 
                                    
                                
                                                Which 
                                                left 
                                                us 
                                                seeking 
                                                negativity
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                were 
                                                seeking 
                                                ruin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                outskirts 
                                                of 
                                                another 
                                                dead 
                                                end 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                Trying 
                                                to 
                                                find 
                                                some 
                                                truth 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                maze
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                lines 
                                                on 
                                                our 
                                                faces 
                                                grow 
                                                deeper
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                step 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                gallows 
                                                and 
                                                hand 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                to 
                                                try 
                                                one 
                                                last 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                do 
                                                we 
                                                do 
                                                to 
                                                save 
                                                ourselves
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                can 
                                                reach 
                                                out 
                                                to 
                                                save 
                                                us?
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                made 
                                                our 
                                                bed 
                                                and 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                lie
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                to 
                                                think 
                                                all 
                                                we 
                                                did
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                waiting 
                                                around 
                                                to 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                powder 
                                                hurts 
                                                us 
                                                but 
                                                we 
                                                still 
                                                try
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                lie 
                                                to 
                                                ourselves 
                                                finding 
                                                reasons 
                                                why
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                try 
                                                to 
                                                find 
                                                reasons 
                                                why
 
                                    
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