| «Why are you helping me?»
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| I spared my first many nights ago
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| She had this vibrant glow
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| Even after taking a child, my conscience had to know
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| Am I justified in this genocide?
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| Can there be retribution if I decide?
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| Just lay low
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| I cannot compose myself with all these distractions anymore
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| «Why didn’t you take me like others? |
| How could you watch these people suffer?»
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| How could I explain anything?
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| You haven’t felt like a rat in a cage
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| Like your existence is vain
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| Like you’d do anything to feel the same
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| It’s just another day for the Earth and space
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| Things will die, others survive
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| It doesn’t stop or think
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| Take a good look at your life
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| Is this the first time that you’ve tried to look far past just yourself
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| To make the best with the cards you’re dealt?
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| Now look at me
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| Is it pure evil you see?
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| Maybe I’m more human than you’d like to believe
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| Look at me
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| What do you see?
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| I was froze in a moment, choked
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| What if she knew of all the blood I’d shed?
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| What if my true colors show?
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| What if this pure flesh is torn by the repercussions I’ve bestowed?
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| God, if you’re real, please hear me
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| Take the pain from the pure you hold dearly |