| When we feel like…
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| We don’t need nobody…
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| Think about everybody…
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| Or if you was the only somebody…
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| Let’s go
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| This morning I woke up out of a coma, G
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| Noticing something wrong about the familiar zone known to be home to me
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| No one was around, a scene prone to be
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| The silence that was roaming around me like an omen was spread globally
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| Was unknowingly thrown in the lonely sea
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| The phone I own no longer possessed the dial tone, it’s gone totally
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| No need for compromise or diplomacy
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| ‘Cause at that moment the reality became shown that it was only me
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| Time clock erasing, I’m stressed by this observation
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| Depressed wondering where was the rest of the population
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| Loss of sanity becomes a debatable connotation
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| With nobody at all available for conversation
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| I’m chasing the explanation. |
| Where’s my daddy? |
| Where’s my mom?
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| Did the entire planet succumb to a nuclear bomb?
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| Leaving everyone who ever stood on the terrain slain?
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| And if the end actually came, how was I able to remain?
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| How much longer can I manage
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| Being the last man on the planet?
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| I don’t think that I can stand it
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| Being the last person on the planet
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| The seconds become minutes and hours
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| No intelligent lifeforms around, so now I’m speaking to the flowers
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| While tryna keep my thinking imperial
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| Even reading is impossible without any literary material
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| I feed on what the planet provides me
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| From being internally satisfied, ties of solitude deprive me
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| Without knowledge to guide me, I’d be
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| Probably suicidal from the silence and loneliness that’s inside me
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| Five days pass without the slightest of changes
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| This condition the same as I wander around aimless
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| Hanging by a thread of my saneness, try not to let go
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| I scream but the response I receive is my own echo
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| Now it’s two weeks and because of it
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| I start to miss the voices of people I used to argue with
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| I’m on the precipice, please somebody make a sound
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| While in a pool of tears I drown, I pound the ground, I’m breaking down
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| Psychological misdirection triggered by disaffection
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| The effects of missing that universal human connection
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| Diminished family recollections
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| I resurrect their memories through mimicry, mastering voice inflections
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| As the days pass my mental impediments amass
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| Being the last made me aware of the irrelevance of cash
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| And mass technology, internet, phone, TV dependence
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| All that mattered now was me knowing I’ll never have descendants
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| 'Coz me living as a singular entity without women presented me
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| With my own reproduction impossibility
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| I might just take my self out willingly, cause that would be more fulfilling
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| Than dying from this loneliness that’s killing me
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| Hallucinations, anger, no animals are strangers
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| After one month of the same nothing, I came to with a chamber
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| Wearing a life simulation helmet, it was just an experiment
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| To see if man could live alone and I failed it |