| There’s a chain that is controlling what you do.
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| There’s a sin in the beliefs you love.
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| But again you just see what you want to.
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| Live in a hell, keep it inside so no one can see it.
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| All the good thoughts don’t have sense to a life in vain.
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| Faith, it can’t remember your face.
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| I’m seeking the respect that I never had for myself.
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| Your rise and fall is what you deserve.
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| You’ll die a liar chasing your pathetic truth.
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| Here no one can stand the pride that you exposed with so much light.
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| You abused it.
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| That’s why I’ll take mine.
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| You’ll find something to say too.
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| So it was proven you’re nothing new.
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| Denied by pardon.
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| Taste the weight of abandonment.
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| An empty shell renewed by cursed desires.
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| That will bring it to nowhere.
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| You waited 'till the end,
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| Hoping to be absolved.
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| There is no sorrow to feel, to see.
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| I know you said it was to feel,
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| To see what was left,
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| Left of my scene.
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| This is my last scene.
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| Waste, waste the promise of the pure.
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| Burning rememberance of the gone,
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| Give a motive to the wreck.
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| You’ve taken the null and braced regress.
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| If I move now,
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| I’ll be seen clearly starving (all along)
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| Enough to remind me I’m so far, far away
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| 'Cause I can take all and burn it with my sins.
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| Bless the living that have a dream,
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| Souls awakened for the wills, for the purposes.
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| Drop the guilt of all the misdeeds.
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| There’s a vision, it’s to bear,
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| It’s to realize.
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| (Time stands still while failure rises here.
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| And time killed, we hang on these unread best intents.)
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| There’s a meaning in the burden.
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| Put commitment in the time that’s been gifted you,
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| Ban the languished unconsciousness,
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| Grant the knowledge, it’s for them.
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| It’s for everyone. |