| Obsession is bleeding out of my possessions
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| The more I fight, the less I find
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| No grace. |
| No sanity
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| I feel nothing
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| Trapped behind these eyes of mine
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| You’re high off holding on
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| You’re not the savior
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| You’re not the savior of anything
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| No wire’s tight enough
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| You’re not the savior
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| You’re not the savior of anything
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| Confessions
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| A thousand lies to make you question
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| Sink or try
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| Fight or fly
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| No grace. |
| No sanity
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| I feel nothing
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| Trapped behind these eyes of mine
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| Damned to hell. |
| It’s my design
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| Deaf to my own voice inside
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| Captive my static mind
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| I’m still trapped behind these eyes of mine
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| You’re high off holding on
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| You’re not the savior
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| You’re not the savior of anything
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| No wire’s tight enough
|
| You’re not the savior
|
| You’re not the savior of anything
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| Deaf to my own voice inside
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| You’re high off holding on
|
| You’re not the savior
|
| You’re high off holding on
|
| You’re not the savior
|
| You’re not the savior of anything
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| No wire’s tight enough
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| You’re not the savior
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| You’re not the savior of anything |