| Disgraced
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| Expendable, we are not really real
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| Mirage of solitude
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| Is what they try to heal
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| And I will not be made to feel
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| We are sealed in a fake charade
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| Spewing vile atrocities
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| Bringing existence to its knees
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| I will manifest my sins
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| And I will kill mercy within
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| Immersed in this hypnotic spell
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| Influenced by the hate that swells
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| I’m not terrified anymore
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| There’s nothing left but open sores
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| Disengaged
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| Relinquish the reality I’ve known
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| I’m feeling like I’m alienated
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| From my own
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| And I will not be made to feel
|
| We are sealed in a fake charade
|
| Spewing vile atrocities
|
| Bringing existence to its knees
|
| I will manifest my sins
|
| And I will kill mercy within
|
| Immersed in this hypnotic spell
|
| Influenced by the hate that swells
|
| I’m not terrified anymore
|
| There’s nothing left but open sores
|
| Spewing vile atrocities
|
| Bringing existence to its knees
|
| I will manifest my sins
|
| And I will kill mercy within
|
| Immersed in this hypnotic spell
|
| Influenced by the hate that swells
|
| I’m not terrified anymore
|
| There’s nothing left but open sores
|
| There’s nothing left but open sores |