| I can still fear their presence
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| The thoughts within my mind
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| Frail dreams of wayward essence
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| A deal that’s yet unsigned
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| So mean, unclean and godless
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| The roots I’m scared to find
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| Their needs are often heartless
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| Like truth that’s long declined
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| Strange and vain are the feelings
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| As my mind can flow free
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| These unpleasant revealings
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| Can they really be me?
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| From my black tongue, words of scorn
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| Out of darkness, my ways were born
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| My thoughts will pull me under
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| Life spinning round and round
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| Where will it stop, I wonder
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| No trace of solid ground
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| Like seconds into hours
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| My days are passing by
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| I’ll climb an endless tower
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| As life’s an endless lie
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| Strange and vain are the feelings
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| As my mind can flow free
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| These unpleasant revealings
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| Can they really be me? |