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Text: Deadsy. Commencement. Winners.

Let's take the longest way through the hallways of your mind
Upon your knees, the phantom breeze of a shipwreck lost in time
Your envy mirror, the Kelly fear adorns the walls in slime

Figure it out, just like you used to do
In the absence of proud, that's when you're cursed to prove
And as the perfect wings'll glide, cleansed are men of all the mice

Past the pain, we tend to strive or that's how it seems to beginners
Accept awards throughout our lives, to make young lovers intertwine
Perhaps the end'll come tonight, so hooray for the winners

A vast abyss, where lie dismissed ideas of yours and mine
But brought to kneel by the Grecian seal, we join the family line

Figure it out just like you used to do
In the absence of proud, that's when you're cursed to prove
And as the perfect wings'll glide, cleansed are men of all the mice

Past the pain, we tend to strive or that's how it seems to beginners
Accept awards throughout our lives to make young lovers intertwine
Perhaps the end'll come tonight, so hooray for the winners
Hooray for the winners

You'll never thrill the bold divisions in the sky
Of whom predestined you to always be the last in line

Accept awards throughout our lives to make young lovers intertwine
Perhaps the end'll come tonight
Past the pain, we tend to strive

Because the winner's young and bright
Let the heavens make it right, a warm and gentle breeze at night
Bereft, you are of plans to gain no misery, you're no surprise
We're born to fight, suck the marrow of life the winners forever preside
Hooray for the winners