| Still dark outside the window
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| Fucking alarm clock, start the day in fear
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| It’s not the fun or any sense of community
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| They’re just trying to dull the pain
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| The scientists say that it’s a Different animal altogether
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| And driven by forces deep
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| Within the chest that won’t let it sleep and…
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| See the arm is sliced and
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| See the taken life and
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| See emaciation
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| Little scars are showing
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| On the outside
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| So now they’ve grown up in these
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| Brilliantly beautiful sterile communities
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| Floating like the sleepers through the
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| Flowers and emptiness, the boring futility
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| So now they’re educated
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| 12 years of chains and lost opportunities
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| What they have learned is how to Jump when the bell rings and fear the breakdown
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| See the pain inflicted and
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| See the vein restricted and
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| See the pain inside
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| Caressed, unfolded, delivered
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| To the outside
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| It’s known that nothing can be done
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| There’s just no room for the unconverted
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| It’s known that anything is possible
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| But there’s nothing worth doing here
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| See the forgotten sun and
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| See the forsaken ones and
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| See them driving cars
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| As big as they are, as fast as they’ll go and
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| See the eyes turned in and
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| See cigarette-burnt skin and
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| See self-loathing love
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| Assumed, turned up, and used
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| On the outside |