| Open your eyes
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| 'cause you can’t see this reality
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| Every day is just a slice of misery
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| On a plate made of clay
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| Served with a silver spoon
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| A piece of knowledge absent
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| Led into madness
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| Ignorance
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| Amoral eyes
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| Emptiness
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| Safe and alone
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| But so warm and unaware
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| Consciously unconscious
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| You’ll sit with snakes up on a shelf
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| Feasting on eggs
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| Next: you’re spotted
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| Turned into prey
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| In the jaws of a hawk
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| A story only told to the deaf
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| Embark the fleet
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| Let go of your will
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| You don’t stand a chance
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| Set sail towards the sun
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| And go beyond this world
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| One, two, three lives
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| Give or take
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| Be it life or be it death
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| Time for your leap of faith
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| You can’t fight it
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| Time for you to lead your fate
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| Your shepherd is dead
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| Let your bloodshot eyes see this devastation
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| Cry your tears of regret
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| Let them fall to the plate
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| Mold the clay once more as darkness surrounds you
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| Misguided
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| Led astray
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| You partake in the fall
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| Misguided
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| Led astray
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| You’re separated from this world
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| Dropped the plate
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| Turn from warm into cold
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| Can you see my fingers?
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| What lies ahead is nothing
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| The scenery was staged |