| Desolate among the wolves
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| Wretches, selfless loners
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| Into the wilderness, the daily grind
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| Routines becoming swamps, ceasing to exist
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| Drifting, floating
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| The lowest of the pack for days on end
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| Where the wild meets the ocean’s floor
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| They disappear in dignity
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| Self-conquest
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| Leaving everything behind
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| No traces
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| No heritage at all
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| Head up high
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| Resist and reflect
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| Flight of ideas
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| When it’s time to receive the atonement for your grief
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| Isolation crawls beneath
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| Forgetting the hollow frames
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| That remind me of the nothingness
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| Materialistic, impressed by stinging void
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| Vacancy filled their aching lungs
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| Disengaged you rise
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| You rise
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| Into the wild
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| Into the wild
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| Disengaged you rise with all your might
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| When it’s time to receive the atonement for your grief
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| Isolation crawls beneath
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| When it’s time to achieve the fulfillment of your dreams
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| Isolation crawls beneath
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| Exceed all restraints
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| That cling to you ever since
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| Even if they are in vain
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| You’re forced to take one glimpse
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| Receive your inner strength
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| When you deny you’ll see the light
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| Led by voices you created your own
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| Silence the mass that pulled you down (the mass that pulled you down)
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| Breathe out to overcome the vacancy
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| That filled your lungs
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| Inside you, you remain who you are
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| Inside you, lightning strikes
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| Receive what you deserved
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| For such a long time (a long time)
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| Again and again
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| You’re coming of age
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| Again and again
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| You become who you’re meant to be
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| You’re meant to be (you're meant to be)
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| You’re meant to be (you're meant to be) |