| Isolation freezes my life, coldness grips my heart
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| Trapped within a world, a world apart
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| Desolate am I, a tempest raging silently
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| Lost a barren adrift at sea
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| Catatonic state, it sharpens life’s depressing edge
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| The clamor draws me closer to the ledge
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| As I gaze upon this burning world I curse this life
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| A life through which I’m hurled
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| Lies, lies upon this side and that
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| Truthless violence deception mourned by the wise
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| Thousands of voices drowning out his own
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| In a popular torrent of lies upon lies
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| Turn to stone
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| So intense the pain that has crawled
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| From the bleeding corpse of pleasure
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| That feeds the worm the writhes
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| Inside my brain
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| In the deep of night it stirs again
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| In the heart of the sleeper
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| From the crack of dawn I wake to curse
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| The rising of the sun
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| Every life is built on hope
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| Now my dreams have surely passed
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| Inner voices haunt my numbered days
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| Darkness calls me with her laughs
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| Torn between life and death inertia
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| Fills my soul
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| No will to be nor pride to care
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| Reapers take your toll
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| Strangers cast a menacing glance as
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| Existence I defy
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| Shatter their dream like world I’m not
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| Afraid to die
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| Torn between life and death inertia
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| Fills my soul
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| No will to be nor pride to care
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| Reapers take your toll
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| Strangers cast a menacing glance as
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| Existence I defy
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| Shatter their dream like world I’m not
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| Afraid to die
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| Omen bird soars the desert land to the castle
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| Of idolence, there lies the shadow of a man
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| See the colored flowers and marble towers
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| They fade to brown
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| Like the unknown inscribed in stone
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| He’s abandoned, abandoned flesh and bones
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| He’s lost in silence swallowed in vastness
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| Drowned in the depths of a meaningless past |