| The realisation that I still don’t know what I’m doing here
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| Put in perspective I am nothing
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| (We are nothing)
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| It feels like something has been wasted, and I am fading
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| Time is growing against me as I grow tired of being
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| Just another soul spent searching for something inside
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| I hate my fucking guts, I hate desire, I hate lust
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| I hate humanity, I hate instinctively, I hate this fucking world for fucking
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| hating me
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| The chasm in my chest
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| Screams of resounding emptiness
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| I’ve never tasted this bitterness
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| I never felt this solitude, worthlessness
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| So what great vision is this to sail amongst the vast indifference?
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| Accept a trail to hollow senses, where only tragedy breaks the numbness
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| So what great epiphany, will spell out beneath my feet?
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| Chain my wrists, and admit defeat, imprisoned by 'the clarity'
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| So is this destiny, a doubtful life, feeling empty?
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| Worst of all to make me guilty, blindest of the blind, telling me to see
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| I might hate this world, I might hate myself
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| But I won’t be a wasted soul, another ghost like everyone else |