| I see your fingers as a sign of indictment
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| Always shifting the blame to the weak
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| Sanctifying your compassion for nothing
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| Your perseverance is disgusting me
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| Pull the trigger…
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| We generate
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| Caught into the state of persistence, our conscience is cabled
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| Through the cold, through the fog, through the time, i’m lost in despair
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| There is an inner voice that is draining and calling, humiliations are feeding
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| it
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| You’re blinded by the veil of your ambitions, your existence is worthless
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| Pulling the trigger beneath my jaw, outstretched
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| Burning a bible above your god, unpleasant
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| So my external behaviors may be limited
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| Despite this my own cruelty is not suppressed
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| The sphere of my dreams, illusions, it’s so demonic
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| I’m a pawn in this game, separated from myself
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| Endless cycle of same mistakes
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| I glimpse our failure
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| Hey you! |
| realize!, i’m sanctified in time
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| Kill me, i’m alive, stratified in time
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| We’re nothing |