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- Full lyrics booklet
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White Bloodmores band logo on black patch, for sewing onto jackets, bags etc
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lyrics
Fighting for a trophy which
Breaks more with each breath you take
Born of fire and drowned in blood
This is your self-built prize
Digging further down
Away from the dreams you hold
Now choose to own a ruin or share what we don't know
There's nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
Time was never on your side
You've stabbed your mother through the heart
Claimed your lessers as your prize
Boasting of your victory in a game that you've rigged
Drowned without regard for even yourself
So proud of your intelligence that's lead you to this state
A barren stone in emptiness, a monument to illusions
You've thrown yourself away
Burnt until the depths of solitude
Worth the wait for the weight?
Now speak of what you saw
And what it turned out to be
There's nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
Time was never on your side
You've stabbed your mother through the heart
Claimed your lessers as your prize
Boasting of your victory in a game that you've rigged
Drowned without regard for even yourself
So proud of your intelligence that's lead you to this state
A barren stone in emptiness, a monument to illusions
You've thrown yourself away
Overpowered by the mirage
Unhindered thought lifetimes away
Addicted to dreaming of more of yourself
Suffocating the dreams of your own
You would sacrifice what you will never see
This damnation is not the way that we are meant to be
There's nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
Time was never on your side
You've stabbed your mother through the heart
Claimed your lessers as your prize
Boasting of your victory in a game that you've rigged
Drowned without regard for even yourself
So proud of your intelligence that's lead you to this state
A barren stone in emptiness, a monument to illusions
You've thrown yourself away
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