| Gamblers in a game
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| That we’re all forced to play
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| A dance between power and powerlessness
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| The game is played
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| With everlasting rules
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| Oh, you’re tangled in them too
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| Who could ever realize, it’s fake, inflamed?
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| And when it translates to life, it skins us alive
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| A body is just a body
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| And a body is just a frame
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| Echoes of a blank space
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| To be filled with your pain
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| And you welcome it all
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| You welcome it all in your cage
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| And you push it too far
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| Till it breaks
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| A body is just a body
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| And a body is just a frame
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| Feed the inner monster
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| Let disorder reign |