| On the outskirts of my mind, there"s really nothing left
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| Integrity"s gone, I"ve lost myself again
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| On the outskirts of my mind, there"s really nothing left
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| Hell is loose, and it"s only just begun
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| On the outskirts of my mind, there"s really nothing left
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| Violet dreams of violent kind, they haunt me now you"re gone
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| Violet dreams of violent a kind, kaleidoscope mind of hate
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| The battle with everyone was really just the enemy within
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| I hold the truth, I am the cure, I hold you down, I beg you now
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| Try not to look me in the eye, as I"m headed for the kill
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| I know I have to do it, even if I"m lost
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| Can"t seem to remember the day that I lost you
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| But it seems like I never had you anyway
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| This ceremony of opposites in my relation to both shadows at play in complete
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| and
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| utter darkness, and the inexplicable absence of light on the brightest of days.
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| The
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| reality presented to me by shadows, appear no different that the one displayed
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| by light. |
| I am the difference, I am the anomaly, I am the abyss, and the void.
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| It is the
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| false truth, and the truth is always false.
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| Can"t seem to find the outskirts
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| Can"t see
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| m to remember the violet
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| Can"t seem to remember the day that I lost you
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| Can"t seem to tell a dream from a lie
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| Can"t seem to tell you why I"m here. |