| Gathered for this mess
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| Abandon all that you know
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| You say that you’re not blind
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| Yet you can’t see which way the river flows
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| The engines start to seize
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| The walls begin to close
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| The betrayal that you see
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| Yet you can’t see which way the river flows
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| The end, it has begun
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| So blind that you can’t see
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| Visions that don’t exist
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| Of despair and misery
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| As you sink forever further
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| The quicksand in your mind
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| And the day turns into night
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| You choose what you shall find
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| As the waters pull you under
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| With nowhere left to go
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| You say you see tomorrow
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| Yet you can’t see which way the river flows |