| I don’t remember where I’ve been
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| Nothing is real but the pain that I feel
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| My body is throbbing and my soul is torn
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| Of darkness and evil inside my head
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| Aligned with insanity barely awake
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| In obscurity of my whereabouts
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| Yet I choose my allegiance to you
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| In dubiety of the right thing to do
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| No matter who we are, no matter where we’ve been
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| We’ll fall into oblivion
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| No matter what we say, no matter what we do
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| We’ll fall into oblivion
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| The night has fall and you’re pulling my strings
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| As an allied in death, as a voice from within
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| In mind and sense I hate what you are
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| A reflection of life, and the hate that it brings
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| But a glint of hope perceived by my sense
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| Like a smile on a face, I couldn’t ask for more
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| It makes me contented and staid to my call
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| The ordeal in life is a journey for all
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| No matter who we are, no matter where we’ve been
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| We’ll fall into oblivion
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| No matter what we say, no matter what we do
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| We’ll fall into oblivion
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| No matter who we are, no matter where we’ve been
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| We’ll fall into oblivion
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| No matter what we say, no matter what we do
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| We’ll fall into oblivion
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| No matter who we are, no matter where we’ve been
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| We’ll fall into oblivion
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| No matter what we say, no matter what we do
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| We’ll fall into oblivion |