| Welcome to your new life
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| That seems quaint doesn’t it?
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| But do’t feel fooled
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| It’s meant to feel this way to numb the pain
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| For your aspirations
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| Are merely weak against your own addition
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| Can you feel your eyes bleed?
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| You hope to never live another night again…
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| We pray to be saved as we rot and decay
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| Yet the angels never came
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| You look into their eyes as you watch them all die
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| And their children will cease to be
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| Each building is trashed and the windows are smashed
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| Yet you walk along the path
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| Inside these old walls is where we all seem to fall
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| And the dying screeches remain…
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| Why do I do this to myself?
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| I am a slave to my own weakness
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| Why do bad things feel so good?
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| I can’t control my life or my temptations
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| I am on my knees
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| To see if maybe something will change
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| Chaos, sadness
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| Relinquish your feelings that shift your decision
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| Hopeless, madness
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| Accept what is real and embrace the downfall
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| Useless, coldness
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| Abandon your emotions and escape to your death
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| Heartless, darkness
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| Cover your eyes to escape your own pain
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| Gutless, helpless
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| Having no shame when your carve out your eyes
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| Formless, dreamless
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| Knowing full well that your dead deep inside… |