| Caught off guard
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| Or I was even on
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| Forcing me down hard
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| Striking even blows
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| Monochrome mind
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| Is my only control
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| Nothing can make me whole
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| Never dreamed so real
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| Never felt the way I feel
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| Soft innards skin of steel
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| Pounding hard I will reveal
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| Static from the prison
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| Saturates my porous head
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| Distracted by the vision
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| Of the chrome that’s cracking under
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| Stability I’ve never known
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| Catwalk frail and sagging low
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| Clutching at thin air
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| Walking my frail wooden ledge
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| My eyes burning, my head pounding
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| Don’t let me slip
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| Walk out from dark into the gray
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| Pain is relative in every way
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| I bit the nail that broke my back
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| Now it’s chasing, help I’m falling
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| Now it’s broken my neck
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| I can’t believe I fell for that
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| A blissful ignorance, a comforting
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| Fact
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| Now it’s shoved me down
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| Burrowed in my head
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| Is the real me trapped or is he dead
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| Alone
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| Aligned
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| Iwalk
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| Abort
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| Confort
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| I scream
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| Sharpening, deafening, shock
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| Critical, no more
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| Feeble now was my attempt
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| For my image gone now to lament
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| Kicked the chair from under me
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| I’ve always wondered but now I see
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| That all this can come to pass
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| Kicking, choking, soul flies as I gasp
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| Dross of life is gone from me
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| Soon I won’t know sin
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| Nor blood
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| Nor screams
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| Alone
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| Aligned
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| I walk
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| Critical
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| No more
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| Shut out
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| Sharpening, deafening, shock
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| Free me, take this, break me |