| Like a lamb to the slaughter, unseeing I march,
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| Speed along this descent, poised without a safety net.
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| Alive, suppressed by torment, while the terror from inside grows near,
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| Consuming aim, irresolution, straight ahead into these arms that await.
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| Compelled to align, I am forced to resign,
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| Out of place I drift away, seeking shelter in your embrace.
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| Like a moth to the flame, I’ll burn in the end.
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| Hear the voice of malice devious without fail.
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| Follow me into the arms of misery,
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| Straight ahead into the arms of misery,
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| Alive, suppressed by torment, while the terror from inside grows near,
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| Consuming aim, irresolution, straight ahead into these arms that await,
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| Watch me as I fall, led astray, preyed upon,
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| Was I redeemed, or victimized?
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| Follow me into the arms of misery,
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| Straight ahead into the arms of misery,
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| Compelled to align, I am forced to resign,
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| Out of place I drift away, seeking shelter in your embrace.
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| Like a lamb to the slaughter, unseeing I march,
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| Speed along this descent, poised without a safety net.
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| Go! |
| Hear the voice of malice devious without fail. |