| Don’t see any sign of life
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| I consider these sins as such as life
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| I can’t see anything shining through
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| I can’t turn the cheek
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| To your hand of doom
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| Trick wires pulse as the season is lost
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| What you have suffered is not what you’ve lost
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| Writing yourself until nothing is gone
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| Loosing yourself within this day
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| Watching youself swimming in cost
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| Running yourself until the symptoms are lost
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| Alone with ones self
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| I’m staring at the sun
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| Watching myself witness the end
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| I’m staring at the son
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| Asking myself is this the end
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| I’m staring at the sun
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| Watching myself
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| Is this the end
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| This is your life in hell
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| Washing sin in the racist sun again
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| Want to know why this life is times again
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| Wash myself in these lifeless times again
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| And I was taught to do unto others
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| Before I do unto myself
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| Washing in chemicals
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| Everything’s lost
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| Loosing the lies that we’ve studied so well
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| Bury yourself to nothing at all costs
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| Living yourself like there’s nothing to trust
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| I don’t see any sign of life
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| Watching these sins through my bloodshot eyes
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| Loosing myself unto times of disgrace
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| Loosing the life until nothing is left
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| These are the tools used to bury this life
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| Bury myself goodbye to my lies
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| I stand against the grain
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| Only to loose
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| Again
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| I’m staring at the sun
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| Watching myself witness the end
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| I’m staring at the son
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| Asking myself is this the end
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| I’m staring at the sun
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| Watching myself
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| Is this the end
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| Forever
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| I shall lay
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| Silent
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| With myself |