| Where is the inception of digression in a human life?
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| When is the answer just a bright light?
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| Who am I in shamelessly defining all the wrong and right?
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| What is the difference if we all die?
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| I am not the first, the last, the absolute
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| You will find no clarity in me
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| I am the deceased, the least, the solitude
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| Failing every face I try to be
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| I’m not your progress, the pay of your pains
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| I’m stabbing the questions for answers I can’t face
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| I’m losing the battle and finding no life to retrace
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| I built this anguish with my own hands
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| I felt the burn inside my heart
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| I built this anguish with my own hands
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| I watched our faces fall apart
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| I felt the tears of all your angels, so cold
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| I saw the fall of all your children, I’m so cold
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| We are just a fraction of the poison living in this place
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| How can we answer with a straight face?
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| Who are you in gauging every standard you would have us chase?
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| Are we alone to run the last race?
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| We are all the weak, the meek, the innocent
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| Kissing every fault that we disgrace
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| We are of the worst, the cursed, the desolate
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| Leaving every hope that we embrace
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| I’m not your progress, the pay of your pains
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| I’m stabbing the questions for answers I can’t face
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| I’m losing the battle and finding no life to retrace
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| I built this anguish with my own hands
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| I felt the burn inside my heart
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| I built this anguish with my own hands
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| I watched our faces fall apart
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| I felt the tears of all your angels, so cold
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| I saw the fall of all your children, I’m so cold
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| You turn your eyes to me in hope of my decline
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| Pointing your blame as I faltered on that line
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| We saw your slander when you pulled it off the shelf
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| If you want justice, you’ll point it at yourself
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| Face your fears, trace your tears
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| Kill that blind assumption that you know how I react inside
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| I am not so hollow, you can’t see what grows inside my mind
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| Straight-faced, straight-faced
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| I built this anguish with my own hands
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| I felt the burn inside my heart
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| I built this anguish with my own hands
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| I watched our faces fall apart
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| I felt the tears of all your angels, so cold
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| I saw the fall of all your children, I’m so cold |