| The price of existence
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| Our stagnant bodies bound
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| In a time of the living
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| And nothing’s what it’s been
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| I have drowned in this vague world
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| We pretend, but the madness always on deep
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| Inside our sleeping state, where our black thoughts thrive
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| I can’t be, the only one
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| That sees this, that feels the fumes from the motors
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| Delusions starts to eat the world as we know it
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| Can we ever change ourselves, the strange?
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| And in myself I feel that I’m always outside the reality
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| And inside my fragile me lies the truth concealed
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| Hidden deep down in me
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| Failure of resistance
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| Welcome, the wave of rage
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| So far in the distance
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| But so close in our blood and veins
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| I’ll fight this sentence
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| Nothing’s real inside this scope
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| I’ll fight my condition
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| Nothing will ever break or harm, us strange
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| Strange
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| We’re hiding the knifes, scared of what we’ll meet
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| And in myself I feel that I’m always outside the reality
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| And inside my fragile me lies the truth concealed. |
| Hidden deep down in me
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| We’ll face them all
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| We’ll face them all
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| We’ll take it all
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| We’ll take it all
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| How can I be so afraid of living?
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| We’re the ghosts of this world
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| I’m tired of this mess
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| I’m tired of thoughts eating myself from the inside out
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| I’ve waited so long and the only thing I know
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| No matter how hard I try, I’ll never be free
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| But nothing seems to ever unfold
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| At least my sight calms somewhat
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| I’m living this curse and I don’t know what to feel inside me now
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| The filth, the black has almost swallowed me
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| In a time, where the compulsions have start to feast
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| I’ve been drowned by the sickness that’s controlling me
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| In a time where no-one seems to care one bit
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| I can’t be, the only one
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| That sees this, that feels the fumes from the motors
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| Delusions starts to eat the world as we know it
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| Can we ever change ourselves, the strange?
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| Strange
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| We’re hiding the knifes, scared of what we’ll meet |