| I view deep in this reflection
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| It’s just the outside world looking in
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| Even if I could escape is
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| Is suffocation
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| Cascading bursts of light
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| Illuminating from the silence
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| But I still wonder if pulling free is
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| Is necessary
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| What else could I do?
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| I feed off of your cruelty
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| Once again I torch this day
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| It probably never existed
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| I used to think I had a grasp
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| That door closed years ago
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| I predicted the armageddon
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| I predicted the absolute
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| My lack of insanity held me back
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| I could have saved you all
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| But why?
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| The sheep retain their wish
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| Swallowed
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| Swallowed in Hell-fire
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| Why?
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| The sheep retain their wish
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| Swallowed
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| I don’t listen to tomorrow
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| I don’t look beyond the overcast
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| I won’t see the forecast anymore
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| I won’t look beyond the overcast |