| Today my awakening was different
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| I’m dazzled by the hidden truth
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| It woke me up
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| With sharp screams, it shook me up
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| Is it already too late
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| Was this the last of our fights?
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| Maybe just a dream
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| It shines so fucking bright
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| Tears roll out of my squinted eyes
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| This is the cold fire burning down my little hope
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| I get up, I walk down the street again
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| But today I’m just the observer
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| Now I am the seeing, watching all the zombies
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| I am scared by, by their ashamed glances
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| Their empty faces with these glossy eyes
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| Trying to evade my assessment
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| I see them dying within, lost on the way
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| Not ready to pay
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| I walk along
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| No one holds me back
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| No one blocks my path
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| No one holds me back
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| No one blocks my path
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| No one holds me back
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| No one blocks my path
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| I can read their minds
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| They have lost their goals
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| Lost their dreams, lost their selves
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| They don’t know what they are searching for now
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| Now they feel the consequences of their stiffened way of life
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| Caged in their own prison of lies
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| Focused on the fading things (fading things)
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| Now the safety falls to dust (it falls to dust)
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| What is the use of all the money now?
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| Can you remember your decision, your decision?
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| I watch 'em pay the price for being blind
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| For being so narrow-minded
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| The final question is:
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| What if this was just a dream?
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| Was it just a dream?
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| You blind motherfuckers
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| Was it just a dream?
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| You blind motherfuckers |