| While bending to a rusty throne
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| I feed a beaten creature
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| Bygone a forgotten dream
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| Bount to aborted passions
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| Can’t you see? |
| Who’s pointing the speachless…
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| The mirror reflects a mess — and I fear it is me
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| All decisions are born from a tired call
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| When the lonely screams out these loveless words:
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| I thought there must be something
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| But I choose to go
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| Leaving words unspoken
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| I devote myself to nothing
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| Nothing
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| I chose to choose but nothing
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| Consequent but empty I
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| Forgot to speak the truth
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| Hearing the sirens preaching
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| Can’t you see? |
| I’m pointing to the heartless
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| This mirror reflects a mess — and I fear it is me…
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| All decisions are born from a tired call
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| When the lonely screams out these loveless words:
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| I thought there must be something
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| But I choose to go
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| Leaving words unspoken
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| I devote myself to nothing
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| There is no hope for me
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| The price of owning myself is too high
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| And the privilege of a life overdose
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| Speaks to others
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| «Your world is a liar»
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| All decisions are born from a tired call
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| When the lonely screams out these loveless words:
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| I thought there must be something
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| But I choose to go
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| Leaving words unspoken
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| I devote myself to nothing
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| I thought there must be something
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| But I choose to go
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| Leaving words unspoken
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| I devote myself to nothing |