| Unyielding pace, white-knuckled
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| Cerebral break, the muscle fighting atrophy, the closing gap
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| Waking each day in alarm
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| Reprise, replay as though a necessary talk compels us all to arms
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| Maybe we need a life map
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| From the disease, the relapse
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| Breathe in, breathe out, detach, calm down
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| How can we stay connected?
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| Unsettled, subjected to everyone’s concern in unison
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| Anxiety and panic
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| Withering frames, the frantic screaming at the sky as their dehumanized
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| Maybe we need a life map
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| From the disease, the relapse
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| Breathe in, breathe out, detach, find a way out
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| I hear there are monsters in your room
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| Acute and chronic
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| Even those demons aren’t immune
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| Plentiful of pressure, nights awake, terror, agony
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| Maybe we need a life map
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| Surrendering the roadmaps
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| Programs, policy, certainty, absolutes
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| I know the monsters in your room
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| Acute and chronic
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| Breathe in, breathe out, I know the way out
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| Even those demos aren’t immune
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| Susceptible to restraint, mercy
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| They’ll vacate when you stop fighting |