| All the freedom we want
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| He strives to make it impossible
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| And as we try to see colours,
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| He systematically stains everything black
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| A vicious circle that consumes life
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| As time runs fast, existence spills from our hands
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| Relentless process that never ends
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| Driving us to lose control of our lives
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| Feel the doom, embrace the antagonism
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| Fake freedom is our opium and death
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| Failure by failure, we feel them as steps
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| The old opponent knows and profits from them
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| The healer who provides the cure
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| Smiles in the darkness while the disease is born
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| We bear everyday, the weight of the engine
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| A crippled system that swallows life
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| Paying with blood, the price of existence
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| And the right to live our own agony
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| An infant painfully learning the rules
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| Hope slowly fades within a young naive soul
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| The puppet tracing plans for his route
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| Becomes the old man dying alone and poor
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| And as we try to open our eyes
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| Omniscient opponent kills the light |