| Route just so unclear
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| Uncertain
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| Drifting away
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| Lost in a veil of thoughts
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| Astray
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| Drifting away
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| The circle starts to mount itself
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| As beginning turns to end
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| While the walls are growing higher
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| It’s getting harder to escape
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| In the center of my grief
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| I am caught
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| Out means in, I’m distraught
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| Lost the view from above
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| I am inside
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| Look from bottom to top
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| Nothingness in sight
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| A veil of thoughts
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| Drifting away
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| Gray in all its shades
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| Some fine indications of black
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| Not a single color
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| Is able to break through
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| A barbed wire limits me
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| Razor-sharp thorns attack my mind
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| The hurt feeds my inner conflict
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| A tower-like fortress locks me up
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| No frames, no doors, no windows, bricked up
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| No way to leave this solid prison
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| This is my road to perdition
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| The prison walls are closing in
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| The prison walls are closing in
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| Enwrapped in thoughts
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| I shudder to think
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| In the middle of a commanding eye
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| I lose my voice
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| The ability to express myself
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| And the eye still gazes at me
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| I realize I can’t go on
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| Because beginning turned to end
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| Soul compliant, so sadistic
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| In the center of my grief
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| I am trapped
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| Every step I do throws me back
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| Lost the view from above
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| I am below
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| Can’t reach for the top
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| Caught in the undertow |