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I look back at all the wrongs I've turned
and all the matches I've burnt
I look back at all the wrongs I've turned
and all the matches
they are burnt
We who are about to die
We who are about to die
I see that those who turned their back
I am watching more closely
I'm calling the rain to mend
the burnt now mostly
We who are about to die
fear the day we face the sky
We who are about to die
don't want to face another lie
Let fly, let fly
Don't try, don't try to deny
To deny (deny)
me to be alive
Empty smiles
lonely faces
The sorrow piles
and all erases
Empty smiles
lonely faces
The sorrow piles
and all erases
We who are about to die
fear the day we face the sky
We who are about to die
don't want to face another lie
We who are about to die
fear the day we face the sky
We who are about to die
don't want to face another lie
We who are about to die
fear the day we face the sky
We who are about to die
don't want to face another lie
We who are about to die
fear the day we face the sky
We who are about to die
don't want to face another lie