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A toast for our sins
Our instincts drag us deeper
Throwing us to the wolves
The nameless were all buried long ago
We are not anonymous
The faceless burials are over
They can see us now
The lines of freedom, redrawn
They can see us now
The lines of freedom, redrawn
Held to our curse
We are not anonymous
Not alone
We are bound to bear this cross
Held to our curse
We are not anonymous
Not alone
We are bound to bear this cross
A place for our dreams
What better way to plant the seeds
Of watch, reign and rule
The nameless were all buried long ago
We are not anonymous
The faceless burials are over
We are not anonymous (not anonymus)
The faceless burials are over
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