| Desolate we wander slowly
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| Weighted shackles digging deep
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| In misery we bloom or wither
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| Inside us our demon’s creep
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| Blinded by our inner thoughts
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| Pain and pleasure crossing lines
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| Driven by what’s in our hearts
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| We seem to miss all the signs
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| Crying out we beg for an escape
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| I can’t help but tell myself that it’s too late
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| My eyes are blind to the signs
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| Deep within the mind
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| It’s like we’ve lost all sense of time
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| Buried beneath
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| The mind unravels and unwinds
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| Racing, my heart rate heightened
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| I start to panic now
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| I can’t recall when this had happened or the spiral down
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| Falling faster into this hell
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| I wonder If I did this?
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| Or if this path was already set in stone?
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| The fear of being free is blinding
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| Hope entwined in misery
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| There seems to be no end
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| Yet on the escape I long for I dig myself deeper
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| Spiral into this sickness
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| Let it dance and like a dream
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| Buried beneath the weight
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| Your mind is now unraveling
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| Writhing in agony
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| I seem to miss all the signs
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| Blinded I cannot see that I could leave at anytime |
| This will be the grave in which you find yourself
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| And I will be the one to pull you down
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| Your life of ignorance and arrogance will catch up to you
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| If you can live life blind, then you must not cry
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| Let it devour you
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| I can’t survive like this
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| Get me out
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| Just let me be free
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| Racing, my heart rate heightened
|
| I start to panic now
|
| I can’t recall when this had happened or the spiral down
|
| Falling faster into this hell
|
| I wonder If I did this
|
| Or if this path was already set in stone
|
| The fear of being free is blinding
|
| Hope entwined in misery
|
| There seems to be no end
|
| Yet on the escape I long for
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| I dig myself deeper
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| Slipping away like the sand between my fingertips
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| The exit’s all pass
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| Like an endless nightmare
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| I’m bound for oblivion
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| Desolate we wander slowly
|
| Weighted shackles digging deep
|
| In misery we bloom or wither
|
| Inside us our demon’s creep
|
| Blinded by our inner thoughts
|
| Pain and pleasure crossing lines
|
| Driven by what’s in our hearts
|
| We seem to miss all the signs |