| What never moves, is never still, who has the final word
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| It holds the world in a single pill, and all life rendered absurd
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| Kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial, but can you run all your life
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| Kill sweet desire, truth will make a liar, you can run but not hide
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| So run for your life
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| A false sincerity, a liar and a thief, my pulse and memory, a comfort within
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| grief
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| What never moves, is never still, who has the final word
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| It holds the world in a single pill, and all life rendered absurd
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| Kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial, but can you run all your life
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| Kill sweet desire, truth will make a liar, you can run but not hide
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| Given into this sensation, feel I’ve run too far
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| Cannot see beyond emotion, see what the options are
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| With no faith to trust the notion, I fear I’m losing all control
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| Kill… |