Stood by your prophecies and cursed at the sun Waiting for rain in the middle of summer
Precious your words you say all has been done
Our throats are still itching and everythings falling down
Pray you to the aftermath
Pray you to the flames
Pray you to the aftermath
Pray you
One by one we fall
with each one taking down the other
One by one we fall
Poor little boy looking out at the train tracks waiting for someone to bring it all back to them
Stolen and sold the life that he leads
when will it start to hold when will it start again
Pray you to the aftermath
Pray you to the flames
Pray you to the aftermath
Pray you
One by one we fall
with each one taking down the other
One by one we fall
Tell me what I have to give

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