| Caught inside of this nightmare I find
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| There is only night no tunnels of light
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| Umbilical ties mark the start of dependancy
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| Gathering weakness in cradles of infancy
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| There is no purpose for truth in this fallacy
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| Stumble through life on the edge of insanity
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| I find that time has crippled me internally
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| I make my way like a wandering amputee
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| No reciprocal law
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| Where the ends meet the cost
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| No reward for the cause
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| Or the innocence lost
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| All that’s left are the flaws
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| And their eternal gnaw
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| Caught inside of this nightmare I find
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| There’s an endless divide between me and where I need to be
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| Blood runs dry in a visible line
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| It’s the trail I devised and it leads me back to my defeat
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| When I swallow my pride
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| It eats it’s way through my insides and out for all to see
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| So I lie fabricating a smile
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| Oh it’s hollow and vile but I’ve learned it keeps your mind at ease
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| Helplessly I watch as I am pulled in by the
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| Effortless grip of a greater oblivion
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| Time passes by and still I am pulled in by the
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| Effortless grip of a greater oblivion
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| Helplessly I watch as I am pulled in by the
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| Effortless grip of a greater oblivion
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| Time passes by and still I am pulled in by the
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| Effortless grip of a greater oblivion
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| (Oblivion)
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| Helplessly I watch as I am pulled in by the
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| Effortless grip of a greater oblivion
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| (Come take my cup)
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| Time passes by and still I am pulled in by the
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| Effortless grip of a greater oblivion
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| (Come drink my blood)
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| Helplessly I watch as I am pulled in by the
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| Effortless grip of a greater oblivion
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| (End what I’ve become)
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| Time passes by and still I am pulled in by the
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| Effortless grip of a greater oblivion
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| (Oblivion)
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| Helplessly I watch as I am pulled in by the
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| Effortless grip of a greater oblivion
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| (Come take my cup)
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| Time passes by and still I am pulled in by the
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| Effortless grip of a greater oblivion
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| (Come drink my blood)
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| Helplessly I watch as I am pulled in by the
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| Effortless grip of a greater oblivion
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| (End what I’ve become)
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| Time passes by and still I am pulled in by the
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| Effortless grip of a greater oblivion
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| Oblivion
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| Oblivion
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| Oblivion |