| Burning, burning with the sinners.
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| Is it hell what I’m seeing? |
| This one in my hands.
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| Foreign thoughts in my mind.
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| Falling into the void belongs me
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| Four are the survival disciplines
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| Adaptation, cruelty, rationality and have some hope.
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| With these I cannot drown
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| These lies were salt in the open wounds.
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| Bounded by the shame to admit.
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| To feel threatened by who you are
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| Look into my eyes and you’ll understand
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| That you’re not the only one for me.
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| As others in the world everyone’s hiding secrets.
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| I’m sinking into the abyss
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| Fighting the fear that pain is bliss
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| Someone call it chaos, I call it home
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| Indifference is our guilt
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| Your choices will not allow you here
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| Where voices surround my head
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| Devil’s no one else but us.
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| When we decide to hide the pain we’ve done.
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| The worst part of me was born with your hypocrisy
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| I will carry this weight on my shoulders.
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| Pretending to be blind and deaf
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| These lies were salt in the open wounds.
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| Bounded by the shame to admit.
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| To feel threatened by who you are.
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| Look into my eyes and you’ll understand.
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| That you’re not the only one for me.
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| Overcome my fucking world |