| I see all the faces
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| All the ugly faces
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| I’d like to kill them all
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| But not still hurt them all
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| I want to feel the knife inside
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| Oh God, don’t hurt me now
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| What should I do when the voices tell me to lie?
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| Time’s running out, system’s falling down
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| Time has run out, system will crash down
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| I’m lost in my room
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| Can’t find my way out
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| It’s all just the same
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| Should I cry, should I smile?
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| It’s a schizophrenia, just a schizophrenia
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| Voices in my head, can’t make them stop
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| It’s a schizophrenia, just a schizophrenia
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| Who should I believe inside my mind?
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| I am waiting for something
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| Waiting for the clarity
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| Hope strangles to survive
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| War is our everyday life
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| But as time passes by
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| Battle is lost, against time
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| What the hell should I do
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| When the voices tell me to die?
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| Now all have been seen
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| All is said and done to me
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| Nothing gives the satisfaction…
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| Now the knife is inside, wounds are open wide
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| I open my head for you, so look inside
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| So here I am
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| Here I make my final stand
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| In this world full of lies
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| So here I am
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| Here where it all began
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| Now I think I understand
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| There’s nothing in here, nothing to hold near
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| So be right here |