| Do you feel numb, or are you really just over it?
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| Old timer. |
| Slave driver. |
| Crack the whip while they sink our ship
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| Clocking in, work till the bones ache. |
| No warmth so the hands shake
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| The pills suppress the pain, but the dependence is ever-growing
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| A fools devotion, devoid of motion. |
| This mistake you can’t erase
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| The bag may not inflate while oxygen is flowing
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| A coward ruled by force breeds a nation of discord, and a lifetime of remorse.
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| No more
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| I’d rather suffocate than breathe
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| In what this bullshit life has offered me
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| Defiance
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| The new dawn of the iron moon. |
| You should have let sleeping dogs lie,
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| cause now they’re hunting you
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| Wallow in what could have been, thumb twiddler
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| You handed them the keys to the kingdom, signed and delivered
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| Do you feel numb, after the damage is done?
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| Do you remember the days when we didn’t have to look over our shoulders?
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| Now we flinch at the kickback, and head down the wrong track. |
| We let them take
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| over
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| Fear is the final sin. |
| Before it even begins, this fucking rat race was over
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| A fools devotion, devoid of motion. |
| This mistake you can’t erase
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| The bag may not inflate while oxygen is flowing
|
| I’d rather suffocate than breathe
|
| In what this bullshit life has offered me
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| Defiance
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| The new dawn of the iron moon. |
| You should have let sleeping dogs lie,
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| cause now they’re hunting you |