| Clouded in anger, left out by the cold
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| The old frustrations come swelling back
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| Hateful and bold
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| Deceiver
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| Conditioned to survive
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| Believer, corroded, the next in line
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| Days running shorter
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| Still stuck in the haze
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| Delusions paint no path to walk
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| We are locked down in this burning maze
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| Suffer the silence, measure the loss
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| The smoking gun, bang like a drum
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| The chapters closed, cover the cost
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| Deceiver
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| Conditioned to survive
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| Believer, corroded, the next in line
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| Days running shorter, still stuck in the haze
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| Delusions paint no path to walk
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| We are locked down in this burning maze but
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| I won’t catch a fade on my name
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| I’m digging my way out
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| And if a hole remains, where I stand in the dirt
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| You can fill it with your bullshit clout
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| You feel the fade from the inside out
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| There’s no passing in the slow ride lane
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| Far too long, feel it building slow
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| Check the tape, can’t relate, what you think you know |