| I became God before the storm now
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| I’m just a ghost, no reasons
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| No meanings, my hands are turning stones
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| Sand on my tongue, maybe I keep feeling bored
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| Tired to wake up, tired to rise up
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| When my timeless hope’s just gone
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| It’s suicidal, it’s a cycle
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| Am I finding myself again?
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| So take a breath and run as fast as you can
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| 'Cause they just want you to feel dead
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| Time is over, I’m condemned
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| So take a breath, my scars and visions turning black
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| 'Cause they just want you to feel dead
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| Time is over, it’s a dead-end
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| It’s suicidal, it’s a cycle
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| Am I finding myself again?
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| It’s suicidal, it’s survival
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| Am I finding myself again?
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| So they want me gored, my heart is dead, they crave my sore
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| No healing, no fightings
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| When my timeless hope’s just gone
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| My inside is dead, hiding something to feel numb
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| Tired to stay up, tired to come up
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| When my timeless hope’s just gone
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| It’s suicidal, it’s a cycle
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| Am I finding myself again?
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| So take a breath and run as fast as you can
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| 'Cause they just want you to feel dead
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| Time is over, I’m condemned
|
| So take a breath, my scars and visions turning black
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| 'Cause they just want you to feel dead
|
| Time is over, it’s a dead-end
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| It’s suicidal, it’s a cycle
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| Am I finding myself again?
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| It’s suicidal, it’s survival
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| Am I finding myself again? |