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Single-coil tenebrae Mechanics pushing hard Modern age, hidden decay Coded in the blood Hold my hand, tight within Broken as we wait for the end Hold my hand, scar my skin To end is better than to mend The waste from all that's burned away The moment that we part The centuries after today Survival in the dark Hold my hand, tight within Broken as we wait for the end Hold my hand, scar my skin To end is better than to mend Tear it all away, the sky above the port Burn the ends that fray, above a ground that rots From Letras Mania