| I entered the world not like my own
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| A place for a cold, pale race, we walked through
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| An aisle — no gestures, no smiles
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| Barren and plain they were
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| What is this life? |
| This stagnating hell
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| You might as well kill yourselves
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| I won’t be sucked into this…
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| A mire of men who die, the mind of mortals true
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| Shackles you all…
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| I see people willing to lose wasting their chances
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| When they couldn’t choose, why would you throw it all away?
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| Why would you play your life like a game?
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| I shall live on, I’ll always move on
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| I’m learning the secret signs, I know where I’ve been, the things I have seen
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| Thus, I can still proceed, look at your lives
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| Dig deeper inside, who know what you will find?
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| And don’t be sucked into this…
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| A mire of mine who die, the mind of mortals true shackles you all…
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| I see people willing to lose, wasting
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| Their chances when they couldn’t choose
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| Why would you throw it all away?
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| Why would you play your life like a game?
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| If you close your mind like a fool
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| There’s no future or justice for you
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| Why would you throw it all away?
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| Why would you play your life like a game? |