Fear of the sacred
We're blurring lines between the real and the fake here.
And so I scream, "Return to me.
Return to me. Return to me."

Breathe slowly; take shallow breaths
So I shut you down; there's nothing left
Why are all the saints sick of governing
the knowledge that we're insane?
Dear [bad word] to haunt me
We drive ourselves through the fire's light

"Free me," said the man on fire.
"Release me to the higher.
Fighting certainty I know, I won't regret this."
"Find me," said the man on fire.
"Release me to the higher.
Forever in the dark alone, forgotten."

My passion must be frightening
I just shout to the dark
And all I have is screaming
I see paranoia, dark is calling me
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All the voices of the souls that used to be
I must find a way to drown out the sound
I must find a way to drown out the sound

"Free me," said the man on fire.
"Release me to the higher.
Fighting certainty I know, I won't regret this."
"Find me," said the man on fire.
"Release me to the higher.
Forever in the dark alone, forgotten."

Set me alight, for I am losing it.
Set me alight, for I am losing it.
Set me alight, for I am losing it.
Set me alight, for I am losing it.

Fear of the sacred
We're blurring lines between the real and the fake here.
And so I scream, "Return to me.
Return to me. Return to me." 
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