| I’ve watched the whole world drowning in chemicals
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| Dissociative, but it takes it’s toll
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| Can I surpass time, or would I start to rust?
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| Depreciating, collecting dust
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| And I fear myself as I fall away
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| In a cold deluded sense of fate
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| When the nightmares come, and the doubt sets in
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| Will the fever break, or will I burn from within?
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| It’s too late to feel, I’ve lost my breath
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| With the hands of time around my neck
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| Am I more than the pen that wrote the past?
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| Or am I just the sand enslaved by the hourglass?
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| Will I live again or will I fade to black?
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| Dehumanizing, when the heart attacks
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| Will I expire before my dreams unfold?
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| But if the futures so bright, the path should glow
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| As the walls melt
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| And the light fades
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| I’m letting quicksand take me
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| If you look beyond the blindfold
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| You’ll find the hole in my soul
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| One fear, one mind, no hope, no time
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| If you look beyond the blindfold
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| You’ll find the hole in my soul
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| I’m on the edge of my seat
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| Holding out for a sign
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| Trying to rewrite the storyline
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| It’s too late to feel I’ve lost my breath
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| With the hands of time around my neck
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| Am I more than the pen that wrote the past?
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| Or am I just the sand encased in the hourglass?
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| Fear is not my fate |