| As the colors turn to grey
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| Savor the sigh of relief
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| There were woes aplenty
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| Yet I asked for none of them
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| Hindered by this poisoned shell
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| That goes against itself
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| I ponder my ways, the wrongs I did
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| With karma to burn I cannot yield
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| Oceans of sickness and despair flow and form streams ever free
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| A sea of endless colors fills this black and white that was me
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| Now speak, pain, my ever present friend
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| Speak the words that let me rest assured
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| My choice is the right one and not one of haste
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| I have contemplated this for unbearable years
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| My body is my temple
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| My temple has been ransacked
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| First it chokes me, then it burns my heart
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| All the bitterness in there, for all to see
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| Hail pain, the ever present friend
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| That lets me know there is still one day more
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| Oceans of sickness and despair flow and form streams ever free
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| A sea of endless colors fills this black and white that was me
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| Oceans of sickness and despair flow and form streams ever free
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| A sea of endless colors fills this black and white that was me |