| I saw the world through the lens of a pinhole camera
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| I saw nothing. |
| I was blind.
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| In between a black hole and a super nova is where you’ll find me
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| Imploding and expanding simultaneously
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| No longer blind.
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| I’d been running away for so long
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| When I finally caught myself there wasn’t much left.
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| The script’s last page is blank
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| And the medicine is gone.
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| A sick monster, a twister of dark matter
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| On a heavier trip than you can comprehend
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| A tornado trying to mend the life it shattered
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| Waiting for nothing to begin.
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| A flat line, my insides are turning out.
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| King Me is killing me.
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| I keep walking past the places I was born in
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| Now their faces are blank, shiny, and dead
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| I don’t recognize a thing, I can’t recall them
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| A closed book that I can never read again.
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| A flat line, my insides are turning out.
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| The lights fade, this final war starts now.
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| King Me is killing me.
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| All of that is ending now for I have arisen
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| Survived myself somehow, dead and imprisoned
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| I’m fighting to live if I am to see the day
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| I swear I’ll never sleep again
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| I am no man’s slave.
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| I wanted the fog to lift but I was living in a cloud
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| Nostalgia is grinding the life from today
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| The present always dies in future memories
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| And King Me is killing me
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| Cut wide open and bleeding to death for all to see.
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| King Me is killing me.
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| He’s killing me.
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| He won’t kill me.
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| I won’t let him kill me.
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| He won’t kill me. |