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There's a cross upon the wall The burden on me it falls To reach inside and tear apart The wretches of a wretched heart Insurmountable Every day converges with night My memories die in dying light I've constructed death as my art Purify my flesh and soul to depart Insurmountable I've constructed death as my art To reach inside and tear apart Purify my flesh and soul to depart The wretches of a wretched heart Insurmountable *Stone atop stone I build a wall Higher and higher I'll keep a sentinel Watch it all Come collapsing down* Insurmountable
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
Insurmountable
There's a cross upon the wall The burden on me it falls To reach inside and tear apart The wretches of a wretched heart Insurmountable Every day converges with night My memories die in dying light I've constructed death as my art Purify my flesh and soul to depart Insurmountable I've constructed death as my art To reach inside and tear apart Purify my flesh and soul to depart The wretches of a wretched heart Insurmountable *Stone atop stone I build a wall Higher and higher I'll keep a sentinel Watch it all Come collapsing down* Insurmountable
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
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