| A tragedy wedged into an innocent mind
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| Trying to find the answer — why they all stood blind?
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| With surgical precision they abort all hope
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| In lack of intervention they hand you the rope
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| Underneath the surface of pale unspoiled skin
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| Dwells the human waste deep within
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| Under the impression of living a life
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| Searching for an answer with the blade of a knife
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| Repressed memories of a life you should know
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| Buried with your ruined soul, burnt not long ago
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| This mental incision, infected by their filth
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| With maculate intentions they violate what you have built
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| Underneath the surface of pale unspoiled skin
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| Dwells the human waste deep within
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| Under the impression of living a life
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| Searching for an answer with the blade of a knife |