| Stuck inside a downward spiral
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| Out of all this mental disgrace
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| You’re something more
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| Follow me, I’ll show you the early grave
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| Like a portrait for the diseased
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| Paint the picture of me
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| Sitting on a throne of grace
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| I do not beat my own heart
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| The only thing here not so vague
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| We cannot live forever
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| If you seek for your salvation
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| All you have is a tribulation
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| Just hold onto your fucking self
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| We don’t even know ourselves
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| The mirrors show no permanence
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| Our house is turning into a grave so
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| We close the curtains for the change
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| All vague, are we awake?
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| When you look back, asking, begging for more
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| I’m sure you knew that it’s all gone wrong
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| When you are lost and only begging for hope
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| I’m sure you’ll comfort from
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| Starting a fight, a doom in a mind
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| Whatever you do, keep begging the skies like
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| Our humans with no humanity
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| We don’t even know ourselves
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| The mirrors show no permanence
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| Our house is turning into a grave so
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| We close the curtains for the change
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| When you look up, asking «Are we alone?»
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| I’m sure you know that it’s not too far
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| When you are lost and only begging for rope
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| I’m sure you’ll comfort from
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| Keeping it tight, the vision in sight
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| Whatever you do, keep begging the lies might
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| Give a shit about the reckoning
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| We don’t even know ourselves
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| The mirrors show no permanence
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| Our house is turning into a grave so
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| We close the curtains
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| We hide the certain
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| Our hearts are the countdown clocks
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| Just clicking into being done
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| Our minds are the counters of this
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| Loneliness, the death will devour |