Texty: In Flames. A Sense Of Purpose. Move Through Me.

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Consume the curse
that brings you down
the fading liar
becmomes known in front of you

youve decided to come
and reclaim your future
this is a call to arms
unrequested this time

feed the hunger
climb on up
repress they live
you are not alone
its there in front of you

youve decided to come
to reclaim your future
this is a call to arms
unrequested this time

avoid the mold
desperate you regress
move through me
ill be your tired

youve decided to come
to reclaim your future
this is a call to arms
unrequested this time