| Without an aim we stagger throught a span of time called life
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| We learn to be replaceable, we learn to stand alone
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| We use to hope for better times to burn infected wounds
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| We learn to act adaptable, we learn to fear the change
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| Afraid of my intentions, I know you grasp for air
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| Now everything’s collapsing, protect me if you can
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| Nothing’s like it seems to be, it’s all about technocracy
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| I wonder 'bout your way of life, we’re closer to the end
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| We cross the swords to fall from grace, we don’t give anything away
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| We deal with words just to impress, we like to hurt and to forgive
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| We try to handle any loss, we’re really narrow-minded
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| We’re moving on in circles, the hunt is on my dear
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| We really don’t know where to go, at least we’re going down
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| We listen to the madman’s speech of all the things to come
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| We suffer from the happy end, we fall asleep, we dream
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| We take it all away, we act like figures on the screen |