| Limitations in manners nailed deep within
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| Spreading as internal flood
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| This peak of knowledge and its corrosion
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| Has turned the survivors into their own victims
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| Constant progress in escaping alive
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| Is degradation of regret
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| By the time they would deviate
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| A state seen as an ill vision has become the essence
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| Discarding the future, discarding senses
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| Raising barriers in front of what’s gone
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| Beyond a mental cliff lies the chance to be
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| By their own feet they’ll fall
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| Every stride of a thought counts another clinch
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| Coming altered, not replaced
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| Harsh will be the sight at the center of atrocity
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| Where the edge eroded a long time ago
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| It’s hard to attempt when you figure out you’ve vanished
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| The need to drop the flaws of nature
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| Hard to attempt when you figure out you’ve vanished
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| Cause of them vanquished
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| Dispose of the bleak trace
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| Prostration of humanity
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| Dispose of the trace
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| Fatal conduct the bait they’re chasing
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| The eye of evolution strangling the blind
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| Incapable to discern themselves
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| Uncontrollable creation to reproduce in reach
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| It’s hard to attempt when you figure out you’ve vanished
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| The need to drop the flaws of nature
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| Flaws of our nature |