| You come alive just to fuck with the cycle,
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| Bring an end to the suffering.
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| I was shadowed or black out, storming the background,
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| One man’s whisper is another’s scream.
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| So get between all!
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| Forsaken, I walk the line alone,
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| No sanctuary.
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| No place for me to call my home,
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| But it’s time to break the cycle.
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| Go!
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| Nothing might, place where I, go down
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| Can someone tell me who the fuck I am?
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| Now I’m on my knees, try to drain this disease,
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| Repair this machine with unsteady hands.
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| Searching for truth in a lie.
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| Forsaken, I walk the line alone,
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| No sanctuary.
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| No place for me to call my home,
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| But it’s time to break the cycle.
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| I come to pray, with my own mind,
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| With records later, silk define.
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| Now I’ll be gone my own device,
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| Ever sad contemplation.
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| Your right to inspire time,
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| I break til the sun rise and leave it behind.
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| I lost all they can spend,
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| As I left you for painless faces.
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| Reliving the same
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| Break through the cycle, start to condemn.
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| Forsaken, I walk the line alone,
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| No sanctuary.
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| No place for me to call my home,
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| But it’s time to break the cycle.
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| The past is up to you (up to you),
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| Let go and save me from (save me from)
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| Open the door to the unknown. |