| Now I see
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| With my soul bruised I walk
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| Crippling on and on
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| How betrayed we are from our own device
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| Hope dies last in a perfect world
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| And I keep on dreaming of her eyes
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| And all that is making me linger on
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| Is someday breathing her hair again
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| What’s this? |
| I can’t see
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| Is it a god or a demon?
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| Now it’s got hold of me
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| Showing me things that I dare not see
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| The waking of my life was bathed in pain
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| Dawn was so alone
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| The coming of my youth was cloaked in fear
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| As they pierced my will
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| The entering of pleasures was so blunt
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| My end of innocence
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| I looked for the all answers in a glass
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| Better there then in my sober cage
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| Spare me
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| Don’t you dare tell me
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| To whom I should pray
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| For I am the master of my loss
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| A river of truth drinks my pain
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| Proving me my dreams were all in vain
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| And I’m about to pay for deeds foreseen
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| Surrendering my dreams to the machine
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| Still stitching together the pieces of my mind
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| Still stitching together the pieces of my kind
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| Still stitching together the pieces of my life
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| Still stitching together the pieces of my strife
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| My dreams were sacrificed for all your needs
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| I craved for space to breathe
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| The strength to differentiate wore thin
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| A fight I could not win
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| The answers to all this became so vague
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| Imploded on myself lost in a haze
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| It pretty much appeared I chose my path
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| Left hand madness till my last
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| Half of my life was wasted
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| Upon this stupid farce
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| My tree of life was rotten
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| Had to leave at last
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| It’s clear to me now that I am the exile of dreams
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| I’m dying alive, a demon with wings
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| I crave for a conscience that’s mute, the judgment within
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| Forever I’m baptized in the sin of machine
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| I’m blind, I’m blind I seek for the light
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| I crave, I crave for redemption and sight
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| My soul had become veiled
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| When my mind had prevailed
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| My image was fading
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| Denying, avenging
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| We sentient dolls must pay the toll
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| The age is growing thin on our plastic skin
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| We’ll burn for our desire in acid fire
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| Come on let’s choke our dreams
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| I sought for an ending
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| To stop all this turning
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| This circle of bleeding
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| It rapes all my being
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| So sick and tired of all the silence
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| I want to feel free I seek to be free
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| My eyes have been opened
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| I just long for a chance to see
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| Devoured and wasted from all this hatred
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| I’ve played with reason to suffer wisdom
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| I hear the voice inside
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| I have to make my choice
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| Wondrous it seems how our life walks before us
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| In circles we bleed when mistakes walk among us |