| Derailing losses ticking away
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| A clock striking dead the hour of decay
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| The blue of fixation lacking functionality
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| A thought of response tracing rationality
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| Rehashing convulsions I’ve met with betrayal
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| The spirit misguided walls built so frail
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| You transparent causes your rubber like skin
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| Darkness in light seething within
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| Ramblings in sequence
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| Regretting to relate surreal in conception
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| Indeed you built your truth over harsh deception
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| Negating the stance you so firmly stood
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| The reaction to loss is everything but good
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| Your ramblings in sequence with tragedy inside
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| The risk is far too great no one can decide
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| Your perversion of thought has you looking beneath
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| At the sore of a soul the trivial unleashed
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| Your measure of life your dealing within
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| Your distorted truth
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| Who will give in
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| The severed emotions with nerves of nothing
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| Continually evolve to service something
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| We all stand to watch the results of our quest
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| To mismatch the positive for lies manifest
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| Refusal of the know burning up the lives we fear
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| Faces turn to stone quit before the goals we near
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| Managing the fall of all the things we thought and knew
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| Keeping to ourselves the presence of the few
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| I will not back down in the face of your device
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| You cannot see fact when it’s you whom you despise
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| Tossing out your will when your spine cannot reform
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| A typical little thrill I will not be torn
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| A parody on truth this game you’ve created
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| It leaves only room for the one who’s negated
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| It seems to derive from a blind denial
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| But certain facts remain it’s you against survival
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| Evasion of fact the final result
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| The equation set forth your own little cult
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| Judging the spirit in speculation
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| Evidence discarded what a sensation |