| I woke up tired, I woke up down on my knees tonight
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| My eyes were wet and I felt so dead inside
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| A grieving fragment of myself, distorted memory
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| Choking tears as I slam the door again
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| I swallow rage, I taste its wisdom
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| Nomadic fears force sanctuary
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| I drink in truth, I spit out meaning
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| Ever possessed by the collective psyche
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| On dread subconsciousness we spin and turn
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| Inherent images strap us in position
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| Autarchic instinct commands the assigned performance
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| The abduction scene, the sacred horn dance
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| I am enthroned, I am imprisoned
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| The mirror speaks to my third face
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| Regeneration, eternal mindless
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| The questions wax, the answers wane
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| Suffer; |
| celebrate
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| I sing my praises
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| I curse my name
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| Suffer; |
| celebrate
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| The spirit comes to life
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| Ancestors reanimate
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| Seduction leading straight from logic to nightmare
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| Virility misdirects the hunter’s primal need
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| Extractions from a butcher’s masterpiece
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| So split my skin and make me bleed
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| I woke up tired, I woke up buried by dreams tonight
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| Compelled to kneel before another faceless beast
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| An ancient splinter of myself — these are not my memories
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| Mutated visions, theaccentric reasoning
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| Suffer; |
| celebrate
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| I sing my praises
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| I curse my name
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| Suffer; |
| celebrate
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| The spirit comes to life
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| Ancestors reanimate |