| Fighting before my very eyes
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| Is the true self and the ego
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| Reconcile within
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| Or the masochist will win
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| Impose my will, forget my sins
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| What bares the better fruit?
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| Enlightened but ignorant
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| Ashamed by existence?
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| But no one knows the truth
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| With hope dies dignity
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| But what is pride worth to the dirt?
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| Yet we’re the burdened
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| Like fate of maggots to the sky
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| Life is the spider to the fly
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| Is there a purpose?
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| Without the evil
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| How can we ever truely know the good?
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| Fighting before my very eyes
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| Is true self and the ego
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| Reconcile within
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| Or the masochist will win
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| Impose my will, forget my sins
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| Will I ever know myself?
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| Are we even meant to know?
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| Will they forgive, for all I’ve done?
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| Can this chrysalis be broke?
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| Crawl from the soil to the sun
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| Until the transformation comes
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| Imago flies, cast off these binds
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| Transcend this shell
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| There is no afterlife, just look around we’re already in hell |