| It comes from all we’re giving in seemingly endless supply
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| As signals cross defiantly into this volatile mix we charge
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| And the stubborn mind repeats the errors
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| To challenge our grounds
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| Either soar above or the detour takes you right back down
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| To where no one wants to see
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| Misgivings in this starry nightlight, fill in the blanks
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| That one will fall, to the haunts and horrors
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| There is nothing left, a mere shadow when adrenaline runs dry
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| There is nothing there, empty prop when adrenaline runs dry
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| It gets you deep down low
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| As they told you of the blazing heights
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| The stage from which the world is viewed
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| Is the mirror to shatter the image
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| The crypt he kept for hiding retreat from another attack
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| Painlessly forgivin a refuge in deceptive black
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| It works within the system, and they won’t understand
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| A lesser known deceiver will fool you even more
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| Taunt the wasted, it’s all about nothing
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| What to squeeze withing the span of attention
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| Brought to ground, let the chaos pass
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| That one will fail by the screams and terrors |