| The beaten ends of this sickening life
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| And mistakes we’ve been crying about
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| Born to a world of lies
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| It’s the constant sorrow — bolted into your heart
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| You own the agony — the one I’m looking for
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| Meaningless mess boils inside your head
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| Can’t let it out
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| Maybe someday is all you can say
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| That is not a promise but a lie
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| Found myself on the tracks
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| Following my own traces
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| Made myself my own shadow
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| One vision, a distorted self-image
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| Always overloading the one you love
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| Kill yourself and everyone with you
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| Is this the end?
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| You own the agony — the one I’m looking for
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| Meaningless mess boils inside your head
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| Can’t let it out
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| Maybe someday is all you can say
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| That is not a promise but a lie
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| Found myself on the tracks
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| Following my own traces
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| Made myself my own shadow
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| I am an empty frame
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| I am an empty frame
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| I am an empty frame
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| I am an empty frame
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| I am an empty frame
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| I am an empty frame
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| I am an empty frame
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| I am an empty frame
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| Meaningless mess boils inside your head
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| Can’t let it out
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| Maybe someday is all you can say
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| That is not a promise but a lie
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| Found myself on the tracks
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| Following my own traces
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| Made myself my own shadow |