| It comes to fracture vested trust
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| A love to shatter and turn to rust
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| I drag my name through waves to wade black water
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| Wallow and drown
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| A new shade of gray disorients the portrait
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| Repetitive contusions concuss the allure
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| Cataract eyes and cloudy minds
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| Interrupt a perfect design
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| Crashing waves come to swallow us
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| Wallow and drown in it
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| Shadows wait to devour us
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| It hurts to surrender
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| Presentation is everything when you created the play
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| The audience hypnotized by the imagery
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| In this vicious cycle of disbelief
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| That the visionless cannot conceive
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| You can drag me down six feet deep
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| So I can fight for a life that I threw away
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| In this moment of resurgence
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| Clear the dissonance and recover me
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| Fears suppressed exploit our lust
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| And our memories turn to rust
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| And when we reach that point, barren of things to say
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| There’s nothing left to save, do not resuscitate
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| Swallow your pride, hide what you feel inside
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| There are some things that can not be rectified
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| Crashing waves come to swallow us
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| Wallow and drown in it
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| Shadows wait to devour us
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| It hurts to surrender
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| Leeches lie in wait, but you’re blind to it
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| A void that you create, you give life to it
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| It hurts to surrender
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| It comes to fracture vested trust
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| A love to shatter and turn to rust
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| If words could carry my pain
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| Through the busy streets and empty alleyways
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| Be the one who hears my cry
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| Like the moon who craves the night
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| You can drag me down six feet deep
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| So I can fight for a life that I threw away
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| In this moment of resurgence
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| Clear the dissonance and recover me |