| Time’s running out for you, my friend
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| Can you hear them closing in
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| Your fear is what makes them live and breed
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| It’s an obsession which you feed
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| They rip your flesh apart and watch you bleed
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| The ultimate pain is what you feel
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| Frustration is rising, I can tell
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| Another day is another hell
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| Tell me now, spin my wheel
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| Were they not or were they real
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| Hear me someone, let me know
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| Why my mind won’t let me go
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| You’re tripping closer to the everlasting blur
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| So, are you happy with your new white suit, sir
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| Divided in two, it’s them and you
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| Divided in three, one part is me
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| They’ve always been there for you to blame
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| Will you ever figure out we are the same
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| Too much time has passed
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| You cannot even win your own created game
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| Just like a ghost haunting it’s own grave
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| We’re dancing this deadly waltz with not a step to save
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| Existance of an imbecile
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| Bring me down, enjoy the thrill
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| Something’s here behind my eyes
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| Draining my sense and telling me lies
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| You’re tripping closer to the everlasting blur
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| So, are you happy with you new white suit
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| The toil is tightening and reality occur
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| Who can be happy in this white suit, sir |