| Can’t you see that I’m far from this life?
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| On the far side of the moon
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| Struck by the affliction of being born to be hanged Would you rather walk the
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| line or blame the line instead? |
| We are self-destructive, an epidemic of our own
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| Blessing the blindfolds again and again but here I am I’m far from this life
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| (from this life and…) Watching the wheel in motion
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| I can’t stop this machine
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| Pointing out all of this misery
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| Drowning out the cries of those dealt with a cruel hand Drowning in dark (in
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| bad) memories
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| Keep on drowning
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| Why do others kill? |
| For a better life?
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| Stuck in th reflection of a shade of happinss
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| Can you walk between the lines, the lines of your own fate? |
| Annihilation,
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| extinction
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| Wait for the backfire to fire up judgment day
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| The moon watches over you
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| Witness all this misery
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| Watch the light
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| The moon… Is Watching…
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| The moon is watching over you
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| Witness
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| Could you give us a glimpse of paradise?
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| (In hell or something)
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| Prove there’s light or go to hell |