| A calm light wind, floating faithless
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| Eyes can’t see the reaching for greatness
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| Just spit on me you hollow dream eater
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| Christ I find myself in a bit of a situation
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| A black hole you call life
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| How can I settle down for this?
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| Your long road with nothing but exits
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| It’s a hypnotizing ambition, a vision
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| Born for our time / formed in our minds
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| I am nothing but a tied slave, trying to break free
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| Hypnotizing ambition, a vision
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| Formed in our fucking minds
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| Just spit on me you hollow dream eater
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| A calm light wind, floating faithless
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| Eyes can’t see the reaching for greatness
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| Seeking suns with sight almost shattered
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| I can run as long as it matters
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| Forced back by my shadow, blinding my sight
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| Painting colorful futures black and white
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| Days consumed by nights
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| How can I be so insecure that I am giving up my own life
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| To be dragged down by a time-consuming necessary lie?
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| Everytime I struggle blind, my senses fail from fear inside
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| You break me down but I don’t care
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| So just spit on me you hollow dream eater
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| Your long road with nothing but exits |