| I feel like this is just a means to an end
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| Does it hold any meaning as I reach the end?
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| Lost to memory, final reality
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| When I’m awake or asleep both are all but a dream
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| Finality of this life is something certain for me
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| Lost to memory, final reality
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| Sifting fragments of time, drifting, falling away
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| Sense of finality, fate is dawning on me
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| What is the purpose of death, live, learn, die then forget?
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| Feel I’m lying awake, only sleep when I’m dead
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| Lost to memory, final reality
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| Compressed memories
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| I’m temporary, unable to contain
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| Like Epsilon, my finality is pointing out the way
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| What have I learned?
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| What will I forget?
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| Monumental rhythm of life is pounding out the beat of the dead
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| But might it all end, without a meaning?
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| Lost to memory, final reality
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| Speed Of Life
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| Each day grows quicker as I breathe
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| Or is it that every year seems to get shorter?
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| Racing at the speed of life
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| So much to do, so little time
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| I don’t want to win this race
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| Heading swiftly to my grave
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| Epidermis showing signs of natural decay from living my life
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| No way to slow the hands of time
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| Of this I am sure you live, then you die
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| From infancy to my old age
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| Another day of life
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| Another turn of the page
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| Racing at the speed of life
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| So much to do, so little time
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| Heading swiftly to my grave
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| Is it only me, is it all in my head?
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| Rather a fight to ascend than an easy descent
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| Do you ever get the feeling you’re in some sort of race?
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| Each day has more to offer, there’s just no time to play
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| One mine I’m a child, the next I am a man
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| And fate, it pushes my life, the fastest speed it can |