| The Devil’s dungeon has trapped inside
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| Your cynical thoughts of death
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| Endless suspicion, driven solely
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| To trouble your knowledge of release
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| Twisting and turning I’m urging
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| Questioned oppression that you deplore
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| Searching for answers, there are none in store
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| All leading to reasons of when you will die
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| Soundless hysteria echoes so loudly
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| Through channels of your brain
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| Shredding your lucidity
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| Caused by the constant driving crave
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| Seeking and searching you look for the key
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| Too clever, so never will you be free
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| Harassing and haunting
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| Excision of mercy, all ceasing of soundness
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| Confounded you lose
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| The foolishness of yourself has found you
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| Locked up in a cage
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| Discretion of your brain
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| Has left you knowledgeless of your Age
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| You know not yourself, you know not existence
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| Your insight on life is unknown
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| You trouble yourself with Theory of Death
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| Inversion in you has shown
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| Your mind is in pieces, your conscience is dead
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| Your activities are restained
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| You’ve hounded yourself with Theory of Death
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| You’ve driven yourself insane |