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The deaths of the liars
The lives of the saints The picture of silence Is the one that we paint Burning our bridges Is all fine and well But sinking the ship Will send you to hell Apathy is a noose And boredom pulls it tighter The songs of the silent The words of the mute The song of confusion Comes from the broken flute In the hands of irony It rests unsafe The message in the bottle Floats on every wave Apathy is a noose And boredom pulls it tighter The hands of thieves The world believes Are guilty And filthy With sin They can't win Or begin to describe The things they’ve seen I mean It would be difficult Apathy is a noose And boredom pulls it tighter ..
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