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I fight to sleep Can't bare but dream And then the whole thing starts to bleed Envision grief and get on your knees Yeah the whole thing starts to bleed Handout the children Into the darkness The fathers of sinners The daughters of hate Handout the darkness To all the children The mother of nothing The sons of our fate We are the burden The shame you must carry We are the future for now and the late Improbable impossible Seems insurmountable to breathe When worlds collide Like ancient history We spend our time in misery for you Awaken all but follow through From Letras Mania