| Breathing slowly, mechanical heartbeat
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| Losing contact with the living
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| Almighty TV plugged, hybrid empty brain
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| Don’t see anything real in the game
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| The tension is building constantly
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| No reason, just a reflex I have, driven by clockwork
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| I try to keep an eye open, and I realize
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| I haven’t closed my eyes in a long time
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| Neglected emotions leading to catastrophic voyage on the other side
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| I have been given so much stress and lack of confidence
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| I’ve been given the gift of so small hope deep inside
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| I haven’t closed my eyes in a long time, I am trying
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| I cannot stomach these forms and colors anymore
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| But I’m here to continue after all I have been through
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| I try to keep my eyes open, I am realizing
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| This life and death more precious than anything
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| I won’t bring no materials in the afterlife
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| Take no possessions, I would rather travel light
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| I’m of this kind that kills all day
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| But I don’t know yet how to die
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| Art of dying is the way to let all go
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| Within I practice in the secret of my soul
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| My shape in the reflector has now forever
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| Life on its own |