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Place these fingers over the holes in your flesh But you'll never find the pieces that you lack Searching nameless city streets and abandoned hearts For your salvation Nothing will save you here Borrowed time, forgotten miles, faceless tragedy This lost city's demise We'll be the ones to break this mold You've spent way too long to get this wrong Your perception and your walls between everything Catch your breath, you'll make amends You'll be free at last This point of despair Revealing force with no acceptance of the present situation This place of desire deserted with no one but yourself to blame We'll be the ones to break this mold You've spent way too long to get this wrong Your perception and your walls between everything Catch your breath, you'll make amends You'll be free at last You're making promises you can't keep Turning your back Too weak to stand up or face the road of the righteous Your wrists unbound, it's in your hands... now We'll be the ones to break this mold You've spent way too long to get this wrong Your perception and your walls between everything Catch your breath, you'll make amends You'll be free at last Your chance for reinvention Your chance for reconnection Your chance for this redemption You'll be free at last Wrists unbound, it's in your hands... now Your wrists unbound, it's in your hands