| Striking body, soul & mind w/ everything I’ve seen
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| Seems so out of reach adapted to time
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| To it’s place, to it’s host, to restore some hope
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| The distractions, so stale, so futile
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| Silence tries to hide the emptiness inside.
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| Deluding what you feel, what you thought was real
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| Silence tries to hide the plan that you contrive
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| The Nothingness you fear now consumes you
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| Desolation breeds the bitter man you are
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| It’s all in vain, the therapy
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| The conscious mind seems so powerless
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| The evidence is so unrelenting
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| How is it that you sleep?
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| A subversive release
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| The secrets you keep… they all define:
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| A bias, an agenda, the people you hurt
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| Letting go of the solitude & denial
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| Descending down an unmarked path
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| Oblivion, the divine plan
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| Assume the role of someone else
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| Delay until the hours pass
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| Letting go, you can’t hold on
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| A struggle to find something more
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| Enarmored by the shadow of one’s self
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| Solace and damnation |