| Who’s to say what defines who we are?
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| Our actions or our visible scars?
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| Fuck those who judge my character without a spoken word
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| Or put their faith in only what they’ve heard
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| You dig deeper and the lines become a blur
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| So you squint till you’re blind
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| Rest those tired eyes and vacant mind
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| There’s a raven pacing the floor
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| Outside your cellar door
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| That same word he spoke before
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| To judge me nevermore
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| It’s all part of the plan
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| We come alive when they put our heads in the sand
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| Everybody wants to know what you’ve got in store for them
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| Laughing at all your failures, all your futures
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| Everybody wants to use your life as a catalyst
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| Reliving all your failures, all your futures
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| Last words are the only thing to be remembered
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| Net worth and a list of all your crimes
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| This world is only as big as the space that you expand your mind
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| So give it up give it up for the failures
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| Give it up for the ones who tried!
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| It’s not enough not enough to live up to
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| the things that others wanted for your life
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| There’s a raven pacing the floor outside your cellar door
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| That same ghostly bird of yore he haunts me nevermore
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| It’s all part of the plan
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| we come alive when they put our heads in the sand
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| It’s a shame I even come out of your mouth
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| Do you ever even stop to think about what a waste of time and energy you spend
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| When it’s all perspective in the end?
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| If each star is a sun dying and burning
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| one by one inside this massive cosmic black
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| Far too expansive just to grasp
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| and knowing we created time and this grand theory of an end
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| well then its really just a theory maybe things have always been. |