| Wrong place, wrong time again
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| Wrong way, on home to the dead
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| Corpses, in darkness float up to heaven
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| Throw shadow above our heads
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| Crown of nothing to kiss
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| The cup of numb awaits their lips
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| (FUCK YOU! GET PUMPED!)
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| Slipped in to a different universe
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| Synced in, no need to be rehearsed
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| Soft skin from liquid coats consciousness
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| Rotting minds in the afterlife
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| Promise, you’ll see me for who I am
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| I’ll let you too
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| We want to sleep
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| It’s time to wake up
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| We’ve thought to keep disguises, Enough
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| Of this charade, it all feels the same
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| We can tell that you feel dismayed
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| We can tell that your heart wants it
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| We can tell that your mind’s made up
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| We can tell that your conscious kicked in
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| We can tell that you wanna be left alone
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| We can tell that you looked back down
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| We can tell that you’re turning yourself around
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| We can tell that you’re mining your way into
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| Another hell, would you
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| Just watch and sleep?
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| It’s time to wake up
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| The thought to keep
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| Disguises disgusts
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| Us all who fall
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| Through darkness untouched
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| Your heaven is just a crutch
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| I want to sleep, and then to wake up
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| This thought to keep
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| Disguised is enough
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| And this charade
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| It all feels the same
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| Fuckin' right we feel dismayed |