| When they argue endlessly, to conceal that nothing is done
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| When I know my faith will falter, without touching anyone
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| When I fail to understand, the news they’re reading out
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| When the rats are taking over the unsinkable
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| When their trivial hearts are set, on trivial souvenirs
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| When the laughter is getting glamorous, while my lungs are filled with tears
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| When the thumbscrews of regret, shut all my systems down
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| When mortality is longing to be realized
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| Don’t tell me to leave my abyss
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| Don’t tell me to come to the surface
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| Don’t think there is a way to silence the rupture
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| Don’t tell me to leave my abyss
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| Don’t tell me to come to the surface
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| Don’t think there is a way to silence the rupture;
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| To exit the grey
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| When the veil of ignorance, alights on my ideas
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| When nobody pays attention if my nature disappears
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| When they put me in the dark, for a verdict without trial
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| When my will to breathe is fading in and out
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| Don’t tell me to leave my abyss
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| Don’t tell me to come to the surface
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| Don’t think there is a way to silence the rupture
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| Don’t tell me to leave my abyss
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| Don’t tell me to come to the surface
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| Don’t think there is a way to silence the rupture;
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| To exit the grey
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| To exit the grey |