| I denounce this twisted world
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| Our seeking of more has blinded us
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| I cast myself out!
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| A growing hatred towards this sick world
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| Where wealth defines a man’s worth
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| The weakling rats ruin everything
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| Then burn their own homes for a smoke screen
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| Sarcastic, hey I am a cynic
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| No other way to speak these days
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| Rid myself of this so called reality
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| I cast myself out!
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| Here in the vortex of echoes I find myself lost
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| No confession to atone for my rebellion
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| Here in the vortex of forsaken souls I let myself go
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| I cast myself out so no other can
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| Rabid dogs were once put down
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| Now the madmen run the asylum
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| Your polluted life sickens me
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| I cast myself out!
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| Bless you for showing me the door
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| So I know where we step outside
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| The gloves come off and we meet at last
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| Eye to eye, like man and beast always have
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| Here in the vortex of echoes I find myself lost
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| No confession to atone for my rebellion
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| Here in the vortex of forsaken souls I let myself go
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| I cast myself out so no other can
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| Breathing in your poisoned kingdom is like choking on gravel
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| I want to tear off my skin and run into the rain
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| Here in the vortex of echoes I find myself lost
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| No confession to atone for my rebellion
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| Here in the vortex of forsaken souls I let myself go
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| I cast myself out so no other can
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| No confession to atone for my rebellion
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| In the vortex of forsaken souls I let myself go |