| There is a tyrant within
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| Concealed by our skull
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| Constantly fixated
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| Duality in its distress
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| Here I face the voice, a voice that’s not my own
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| Am I alone?
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| Are we the same?
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| Confined by internal judgment
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| Were we always the same?
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| The obsession in this disrupted mind on the edge of control
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| Has now come to reign
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| Inner turmoil
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| The absence of virtue is now claimed by despair
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| The tyrant confined in my mind
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| Lures us to live life in rewind
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| A voice divided from inside
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| Inside
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| (We are one)
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| Push me over the edge so that we can collapse into its depths
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| Never to engage what the world has
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| Never to engage the world inside this mind
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| Inside this mind
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| In the absence of virtue now claimed by despair
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| Gives way to this creation
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| Free me
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| Sever the voice of the tyrant
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| (There is a tyrant within)
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| Lures me deeper inside
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| Is this our end as I know it?
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| Are we the same?
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| Mend the separation between control and submission
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| Here I face this voice that’s not my own
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| Are we the same?
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| Sever the voice from its source
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| Mute the relentless screams
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| Sever the voice from its source
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| This is the end as we’ve known it
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| Because we’re the same
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| The presence of virtue
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| Unearthed by suffering
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| The tyrant defined by my mind
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| Lures to live life in rewind
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| Upon reflection now I know that we are one
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| We are one!
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| And now we’re the same
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| And now we’re the same
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| We’re the same
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| And now we’re the same. |