| You feel yourself clawing forward
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| In a never ending battle for progression
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| But there is no progression here
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| We are a race of maggots
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| Endless exaggeration of self-perfection
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| This is weight of the end
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| I show everything
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| This is finally finished
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| We have come to a point
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| Where there is no redemption
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| (Redemption)
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| No chance to heal what you’ve created
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| We, as humanity, are at a loss
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| Look at these false interpretations
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| You have become a common beast
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| We are nothing like the ones we set out to be
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| Cause we are nowhere near (No!)
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| Near a perfect society
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| No, we’re not
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| Everywhere you look
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| There is simply an agony beyond their words
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| You have spent your life
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| Full of meager attempts
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| To polish your vices
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| And you no longer strive
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| To be gods among ants
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| There’s no point in existing
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| If you’re standing there dead
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| My name is cognition
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| I am the realization that will save you
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| From the scourge of innocence
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| Save yourself from the deceit
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| Become something which can and will not be ignored
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| An attribute of resolution
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| For all of the world to know
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| You must create, you must sustain
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| No
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| We are, we are nothing
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| Like we, we set out to be |