| Five steps right
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| No place left to rest
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| Inside nothing real
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| Fear — clean white coats around
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| Pain — angels might be found
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| Hate — final truth was told
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| Tears — freedom not allowed
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| Constrained limbs
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| Cold blood all around as proof god is found
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| Fear — next one could be you
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| Pain — little gift for you
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| Hate — out of frozen eyes
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| Ruth — lamentable life
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| Darkness
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| Somewhere lost screaming
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| Inside first agony
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| Footfalls
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| The door gets open
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| Your body is frozen
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| Than you can see eyes, cold as ice
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| Laughing, crying, endless dying
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| Questions left no way to respond
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| Fear — clean white coats around
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| Pain — angels might be found
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| Truth — never-ending search
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| Lies — always by your side
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| Stumbling
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| Sometimes you’re creeping
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| Mind full of anxious fears
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| Strapped down
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| The blade well lighted
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| A final command
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| Than you can see eyes, hateful eyes
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| Right time to tell you
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| What’s their human right for
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| So that you can die for
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| Endless cries
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| Their truth will be found
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| Fear — clean white coats around
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| Pain — little gift for you
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| Truth — never-ending search
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| Lies — always will be there
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| Finally
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| Their words are gently
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| Inside quite irony
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| Strapped down
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| Your face well lighted
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| Inside the mirror
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| Than you can see eyes, full of lies |