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Through twisted trees the wind blows cold
This crawling haze it fills my soul
And I’m looking down

Wicked blood through wicked veins
This blackened ground it knows my name
And I’m looking down

I say break, break, break
Break, break, break
Break, break, break

Born to be what I’ve become
Sins of fathers, sins of sons
The time is almost come

Sins beyond what can be saved
The walls have cracked beneath the weight
The time is almost come

And I say break, break, break
Break, break, break
O bury me beneath these stones
A fallen name in a fallen home
Break, break, break

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