| Righteous engagement of thoughts
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| Set forth the crumbling of our souls
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| Business knows no end, even to the death
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| Friend or foe, raising its unnerving head
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| Tormented by the gestures unknowing
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| I see the lies behind your eyes
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| Puzzling how it comes to this
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| But I guess, I had it coming
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| Stabbed in the heart again
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| The charade of life and a knife
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| From a friend watching our dreams fall apart
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| Caught up in the parade of scars
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| Humanity only breeds death
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| Yet, continue to believe in each other
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| Put my life out on the table
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| And let them feast upon it
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| Inked in pain, a reminder of what they do
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| Heading not by contrast
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| Is this the course never ending?
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| If this isn’t hell then bow me now
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| I lay my life out for the vultures
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| They pick me up and tear me down |