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As I stepped inside this dark cathedral Was glad to see all familiar faces Are we dying Have we outlived ourselves Are we gone Has our flame burned itself out (Why are fresh tears flowing) White roses all around us now (A little prayer, signaling the end) I made my way to the centerpiece And saw our own faces staring from the glass Enter the wake of our design A funeral to end the last embrace Are we dying Are we departed From Letras Mania