| Balance the ledge of life
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| Perplexed existance causing strife
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| The lines are written in your eyes
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| Fantasize a night of sleep
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| The vicious circle borrowing deep
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| One on another, although you despise
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| Flush down your memories
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| Eject the past
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| A virtual existance
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| A peak of the flask
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| Abused, abusing, accused of using
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| Dealing, declining, fatally resigning
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| Push the needle, inhale the ghost
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| Crush the pill, increase the dose
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| Despondent, fumbling through a blurry haze
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| Trembling, cold sweat running from a pale face
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| Repellent visions of the staggering truth
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| Deny yourself and your shat upon death
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| With life entwined in the veil of death
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| And future sliding down the drain
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| Contorted in societies of man
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| And loss of will to try again
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| Struggling lifeless amongst debris copulating unwillingly
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| A fatal trust in what you repent
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| A retorted reprisal with a twisted intent
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| Flush down your memories
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| Eject the past
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| A virtual existance
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| A peak of the flask |