| Abuse of intoxicant emotions
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| Owing all that you have to the bold
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| Play with the knife, play with the solvent
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| Tear open the scars and revoke the will
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| Empty slots filling your body
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| For vacancy to be shed on others
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| Separating the faults from the reason
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| Isolating your life from your mission
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| How far to follow the thread
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| Where you are — follow the thought you shun
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| You are all when they have nothing
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| And still wandering inside the trap
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| Play with the hatch, play with the solvent
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| From final destination onwards again
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| Unable to distinguish the writings
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| Because of standing too close to the wall
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| By finding your head from the corner
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| You would only prove your word
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| How far to follow the thread
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| Where you are — follow the thought you shun
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| How far to thread by the stream
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| Stray now — tie off the dead veins
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| Wound fate leaves you wound creations
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| Searching for life in ways many would question
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| Blindly stabbing your back for your ailing needs
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| Prey upon self |