| I used to hear them say
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| There is a sacred place
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| A holy man reigning his land
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| A ride to go to paradise
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| But all I live to see is pain and misery
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| They say it will make me strong if I fall on my knees, no
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| I was born innocent
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| But I‘m absorbed in thought
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| They call me a daydreamer
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| And ask for all what they have taught
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| No surprise I hate society because they despise
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| There is nothing more exhausting than to scorn and socialize
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| Inject venom armageddon
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| Wake the undead for their lie is revealed
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| The stories of humanity
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| Stagnate for centuries
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| They go round and round
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| No accession
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| Legend heaven is a lie
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| I have my evil thoughts
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| I’m tired of all the plans
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| Tired of living, tired of standing on buried lands
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| I have no will
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| I can’t fit in that form you are giving me
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| You say it will make me strong if I beg on my knees
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| The weight of the world is on you
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| You can 't take the pain and you can’t take the cure
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| The weight of the world is on you
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| You can’t kill the pain and you can’t sue the devil for cure
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| Suicide, suicide I only lived to die |
| I used to hear myself say
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| This life is worth a try
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| But now I see things differently
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| I see no hope and wonder why
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| Black man, black soul under this cold black riven coat
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| Black clouds, black walls my last words
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| Suicide, suicide, suicide note |