| The path I set out on took a turn
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| When the axis shifted
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| This is not the life I envisioned
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| What’s done is done
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| The crime is committed
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| Now the beast has come home to roost
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| He returns with blood on his hands
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| Caught in the trap of meeting
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| The laws of supply and reprimand
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| My blood is boiling
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| I can’t feel my own skin
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| Though I can see it crawling
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| Can’t expose all these sins
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| But I can see them falling down
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| There’s no escape from building tension
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| The pressure valve has been refitted
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| A lost plot in constant revision
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| A rising storm that’s never abated
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| You can’t know enough 'til too much
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| The envelope is decimated
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| Too far gone now to reverse my course and be subjugated
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| And my blood keeps boiling
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| I can’t feel my own skin
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| Though I can see it crawling
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| Can’t expose all these sins
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| But I can see them falling down
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| This is a labour of hate
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| Falling down
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| This is a labour of hate
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| Falling down
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| This is how I choose to survive
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| The only way I know to exist
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| The road is hard, the cost is high
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| But I was built for this
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| But I was built for this
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| My labour of hate
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| I can’t feel my own skin
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| Though I can see it crawling
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| Can’t expose all these sins
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| But I can see them falling down
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| This is a labour of hate
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| Falling down
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| This is a labour of hate
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| Falling down |