The Water Drips From Wells Of Shame

Spilling Through These Words (Of Blame)

Listen To The Battle Cries Of A Race That Knows It's Dying

Read The Bleeding Words Of Those

Who Feel The Wheel Is At Their Heal

Then Somebody Tells Me That's The Way It Was Meant To Be

These Things Will Never Die

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All They See Is Nothing

They Just Hear The Echoes In The Well

Stare Deep Into The Frigid Eyes Of A Man Who Knows He's Lying

These Are Those Men Who Make Mistakes

But Don't Erase The Pain

Then They Whisper To Me That's The Way It Was Meant To Be

These Things Will Never Be

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There Are Those Who Find These Times A Crime And Those Whose Souls Will Never Mind

Or Those Who Need To Plant These Seeds

Living In Sin's Been Induced Again

By Beating The Paths Of Downtrodden Men

Or Those Who Think They Know Their Souls

Stab Deep In Their Hearts And Listen To The Echoes...

All They Hear Are The Echoes In The Well