| A one way ticket to reality – destination unknown
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| A death trip to infinity or a journey back home
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| Is this really happening or only in my head
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| Free fall in slow motion – maybe, we're already death
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| Should we drift apart?
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| Or swim against the tide
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| Just one simple choice to make
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| What is wrong and what is right
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| We're all playing the same game
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| Just in different levels
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| We're all suffering the same hell
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| Just with different devils
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| Small gearwheels in a big machine
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| Of sadness and sorrow
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| Fed with desperation and
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| Iron tubes to swallow
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| Narcotics running through our veins
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| To keep us calm, to numb the pain
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| Unreal stories implanted to our minds
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| An artificial coma – false truth real lies
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| Should we drift apart?
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| Or swim against the tide
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| Just one simple choice to make
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| What is wrong and what is right
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| Stories – lie hidden in the sands of time
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| We look up to the sky for one single sign
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| Motionless on the ground
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| As with a broken spine
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| Waiting for someone to stop our decline
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| We're all playing the same game
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| Just in different levels
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| We're all suffering the same hell
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| Just with different devils
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| Small gearwheels in a big machine
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| Of sadness and sorrow
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| Fed with desperation and
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| Iron tubes to swallow
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| We don't know what we want
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| We don't know what we get
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| Two pills on the table
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| One is blue, one is red |