| It’s your turn right now
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| let me see your steps, let me feel your hesitation
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| nothing ventured, nothing gained
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| we know the reproach to yourself
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| all your reflections as an open secret
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| all your mistakes as a success, your tears as the pitiful disport
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| your decisions make us win, follow the guide we gave you
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| don’t look upward, there’s nothing above you, your eyes aren’t qualified
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| your memory is your future, can you remember your end?
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| we are your faith and your fear
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| we are your inspiration and your overload
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| you’re all equal
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| this is your reality, your veiled sight
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| you can never see
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| you can put the blame on us
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| I see you try to grow with your scars, but you fail again and again
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| you can put the blame on us, this is what we expect
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| this makes your life so much easier, just close your eyes, follow blindly
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| in your deepest dreams you can see us, in your lonely hours you can feel us this prison was built for you, you are not ready for the outside
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| maybe you will never be, maybe you will never see
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| nothing is more constant than change
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| so why don’t you change within?
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| positions won’t change as long as you can’t see the point
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| till then we will keep observing you. |
| sneering |