| In a material world, we undervalue ourselves
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| Distorted worship, identified as life
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| Forgotten, natural beauty, and death
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| Unilateral falsity, polarity
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| Contrasting between the shades
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| Friction caused by our relentless
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| Dependance of control
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| Whipped ever onward
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| By the masters scourge
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| Carnal pleasures linked impurely
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| To a supposed higher purpose
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| Commanded by an iron grip of fear
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| To make us unable to see what we’ve become
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| And what is meant to be
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| Become
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| Can’t I take a step back?
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| From the edge of this pit of hopeless recoil
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| Or leap over the abyss
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| To purify sins committed?
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| Virtues omitted, divinity castrated
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| No shortcuts in the hedge maze
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| Only thorns in the spirit
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| Forgotten, natural beauty, and death
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| Unilateral falsity, polarity
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| Contrasting between the shades
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| And therein we nurture
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| That insatiable ego
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| That rends deep and wounds
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| Not only the flesh
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| But the soul |