| What you want me to be is not the way I see
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| Realizing the need, it’s not the will I heed
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| See the sight through my eyes bound for thousand of lives
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| Crawl through knives, stabbing lies, strip the mask of flies
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| Soundtrack to escape, burnt in the dreams
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| The show of tainted existence
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| Ignorance-painted stains on your body that bleeds — body of stigmas that feed
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| On hate and disgust for perpetual needs
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| The final skyline
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| Crimson bled of tainted existence
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| Sermons of all fed beliefs
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| Collapsing cloud fortress, structures of mind
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| Don’t look down on your shallow grave
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| The grace of tainted existence
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| So obedient and out of control
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| Nothing and never we wanted to know / nothing and no one to save our souls
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| Chew up, swallow down, this chemical sacrament
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| I’m bursting in flames with every bite
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| Sound of screams in my head, nails in my bed
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| Crown of thorns pierce the muted self / Crown of thorns wreath the muted self
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| The boiling calm of my rushing veins
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| For ages I mastered the collective pain
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| Created the face of evil and fave it a name
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| No requiem for a dreamer — just pain
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| Absorbing the crimson sky in you
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| 'Till it shatters, running out of blue
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| Puzzling the paradox of you
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| 'Till it shatters, pictured out of true
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| Created face of god
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| Descendants' tears of blood |