| We face each day with a numbness
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| We stand in lines waiting for our turn
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| As the counter ticks for our doom
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| Into the hate I’ll walk, uncontrollable and untamed
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| Loosing myself in the dark, restless and chained
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| So I wait to die. |
| to bury the burden, to hide it six feet deep
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| Never to hear the voices screaming
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| To drown them in my lake of conciousness
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| The time has come to stab my eyes
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| Sweet whispers into my ears feels so cold, so cold
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| Our strife, they keep our mental state on hold
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| Playing our parts as we stay in role
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| Don’t cross the line, don’t fall for its seduction
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| Invisible knives are slicing our world in two
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| Chaos and madness rules
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| So I wait to die. |
| to bury the burden, to hide it six feet deep
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| Never to hear the voices screaming
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| To drown them in my lake of conciousness
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| The time has come to stab my eyes
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| Sweet whispers into my ears feels so cold, so cold
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| Our strife, they keep our mental state on hold
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| Playing our parts as we stay in role
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| Years go by without a hint or the slightest warning
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| We’ve been left here too long, in the eye of the storm
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| Our strife, they keep our mental state on hold
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| Playing our parts as we stay in role
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| They keep our mental state on hold
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| We’re playing our parts as we loose our souls |