Weed out the weak ones
Make blankets from old skin
Take the eyes from the children
So we can see into their own world
Make blankets from old skin
Take the eyes from the children
So we can see into their own world
Don't be afraid of what comes next
It's all a lie from the gods
We're unafraid of what comes next
But we'll carry on through the fog
Dreamers still dreaming
Die-rs keep dying
Like a slave we hope for freedom
There's fire around us
Don't be afraid of what comes next
It's all a lie from the gods
We're unafraid of what comes next
But we'll carry on through the fog
Weed out the weak ones
Make blankets from old skin
Take the eyes from the children
So we can see into their own world
Don't be afraid of what comes next
It's all a lie from the gods
We're unafraid of what comes next
But we'll carry on through the fog
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