| I started the dominos tumbling but it’s not my fault they said
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| So the images were pushed down deep
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| I know I held the gun to their head
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| Faceless people wander through my dreams
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| Searching for lives they once knew
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| Reminding me of how I murdered their souls
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| How I tore them apart sustantainiously
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| Why can’t I just turn it off?
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| Tune it out forever
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| Blind my eyes from all that noise
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| There is no light, there is no shelter
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| My dreams are the most uncontrollable substance
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| They are illusions beckoning behind the steel door
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| Scratching and gauging at the smooth surface
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| Cracking loose the hinges and scattering across the floor
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| How can I refuse such a perfect invitation
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| Invitation of faceless bliss
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| Drifting away to unlock those demons inside
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| Haunting night after night
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| Digressing my humanity
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| Chared bits of reality lay in the wasteland of my thoughts
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| Where the dead arise and the living don’t matter
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| My feeling for life escapes the bounds of reality
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| All this I have brought upon myself, a reactor |