| Why am I trapped in these things I feel
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| An existence so surreal
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| These fabricated walls that hold me inside
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| Unjustly charged with my greatest fears
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| That this existence is a part of it
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| Every time I try to starve this frenzy, it swallows me
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| A tortured mind embraced upon sorrow
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| Holding myself in contempt
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| The bittersweet emptiness of a man possessed
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| But I know it won’t be long until I let it go
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| This spirit that resists a world of what is gone
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| Are we blind too weak to fight
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| The bending sea, this plague of life
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| And we compose our lot in life
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| Blindly searching for ways to go
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| I’ve seen the world… can I take the fall?
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| Should I set resistance free
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| And let the current carry me
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| Through this pale glass river to a hollow sea
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| As I stand upon the shore, I always wanted more
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| But what I found is that this shit’s worth dying for
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| I’ve seen the world… can I take the fall?
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| Should I set resistance free
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| And let the current carry me
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| Through this pale glass river to a hollow sea |