| We’re breaching the core — we’re breaching the core
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| We’re breaching the core — we’re breaching…
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| To taste it To touch it Cut my hand
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| To crave it Enslave it Pluck my eye
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| I can never submit to all the things you’ve said God
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| If you want me dead, I’m right here God
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| But fear is a funny thing God
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| In that it gives you the strength to resist just about anything God
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| And friend turns to enemy
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| So easily
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| When you defend your legacy with guilt
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| And talk of blasphemy
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| God
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| You know
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| You created a golden cage for you sheep
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| A stage too wide and deep for us to even see the play
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| But hey
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| You know what they say about catching the bird
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| But you can’t make it sing?
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| You lose the bird the second it loses its wings
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| Just like I reckon you will lose your herd
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| To choirs of «I am, I am, I am»
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| And mountains and mountains of money and things!
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| We’re breaching the core — all breaching
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| We’re breaching the core — still breaching
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| «Help me I’m starting to fade
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| Save me I’m drifting away»
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| But we can change
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| We can change???
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| I said we can change!
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| We can change, we can change — still breaching…
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| We can change, we can change — still breaching…
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| I hold it
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| I’m never
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| Letting go I settle for rash rather than risk going to slow
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| I sought it I killed it But now I know
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| I’m left somewhat broken but I won’t let it show
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| Hear me now!
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| «Man is shattered
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| I am shattered
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| My shards have become shards of their own
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| Pieces of pieces, impossible to put back together
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| Spending their lives seeking a context they were always a part of And so, they leave the context
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| And we shrink
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| I fade
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| And nothing more can be learnt or taught
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| I have no choice but to leave them to their own devices
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| I have come to understand one thing and one thing alone
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| One little piece of understanding
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| Glowing through this void of blankness and clean slates
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| Like a beacon of hope
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| Or just a reminder that I was always wrong:
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| «Searching for yourself is like looking for the house you stand in How could you possibly find it?
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| It’s everywhere
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| It’s all you know
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| And there are no other points of reference»
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| Help me I’m starting to fade
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| Save me, I’m drifting away
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| Help me, I’m dying now
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| (What are these stains? They stay, stay when it rains…)
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| Curtains before my final bow
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| (…burning my skin. It’s burning… burning… burning my skin!)
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| Drifting, just drifting away
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| (Burning… Take it away, it’s burning me… Burning my skin!)
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| Leaving with all that’s still left to say
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| (Now life… now life… fails our kin!)
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| I failed
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| I failed
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| We failed
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| We failed… |