| Raised in hate
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| Held there by fear
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| I am coddled
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| By the things that I hold dear
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| Learned to close my eyes to see
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| While I am kept warm in pundit tapestries
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| My eyes aren’t my own
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| These thoughts are the same
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| I’ve danced this fucking dance
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| Until my equilibrium decayed
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| My thoughts speak my heart, my heart speaks in tongues
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| My tongues speaks these thoughts, these thoughts that are undone
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| Walk a path of unbeaten steps
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| So many laps a highway is left
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| A road not taken yet a road always seen
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| Should we leave the past in past
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| That it be buried in weeds?
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| My thoughts speak my heart, my heart speaks in tongues
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| My tongues speaks these thoughts, these thoughts that are undone
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| My eyes — cauterized
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| I’m pulling lid from lid
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| Shadows make their way to shapes
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| Blurs find their edge
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| A boundless sky Embraces the black
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| Before me a horizon of embers — a void at my back
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| A choice before me, A pill that I force down
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| Chase the cure with my pride
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| So much that I must drown
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| My thoughts speak my heart, my heart speaks in tongues
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| My tongues speaks these thoughts, these thoughts that are undone
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| There is no pain, only self serving marionettes
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| Cut the wires and strip their flesh
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| Make a new race — reinfuse humanity
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| And with the cry of a newborn tongue
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| A twist of flesh and a scream… We will be reborn |