Lyrics:
Four Cellos

End of passion play, crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear Leading on your deaths construction

My life suffocates Planting seeds of hate I've loved, turned to hate Trapped far beyond my fate I give, you take This life that I forsake Been cheated

?And the road becomes my bride I've stripped of all but pride So in her I do confide And she keeps me satisfied Gives me all I need ?And with dust in

Slaves, Hebrews born to serve To the Pharaoh Heed to his every word Live in fear Faith, of the unknown one The deliverer Wait, something must be done

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