| My introduction to
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| Your instructions are
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| Go with the pain
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| You’re out of control with the brain
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| Will I still be here
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| Will fear keep me in a bottle
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| Cause I’m not sure about tomorrow
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| Tomorrow
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| And whatever our chances are
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| The devil just dances on
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| Sinking me to the bottom
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| Behind this vacant smile I’m just frowning
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| My world is upside-down, full of problems
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| Really hard to breathe, it feels like I’m drowning
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| Reaching for the top while I’m sinking to the bottom
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| So here I go again lost in my own head
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| Digging my own grave, making my own bed
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| Have the candles lit and burning at both ends
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| Just hoping for some door to open
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| Every direction seems like a wrong turn
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| Another dead-end road with the detour
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| Leading to an early grave that is for sure
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| A headstone for my family to grieve for
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| And these shadows of darkness surround me
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| Antagonise, and torture, profound me
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| The pain caliber is high velocity
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| Time to analyse my lifes philosophy
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| Somebody throw me a lifeline, it feels like
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| I’m lost in the night-time
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| Everyday the same no escaping these confines
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| Here to run away but i don’t ever seem to find my way
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| Out of this, and it’s obvious lately I’m out of it
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| Remain hopeful but feeling the opposite
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| If tomorrow is sorrow and time can’t we borrow
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| This moral is hell, I want out of it
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| My introduction to
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| Your instructions are
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| Go with the pain
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| You’re out of control with the brain
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| Will I still be here
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| Will fear keep me in a bottle
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| Cause I’m not sure about tomorrow
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| Tomorrow
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| And whatever our chances are
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| The devil just dances on
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| Sinking me to the bottom
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| I want out
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| Tryna make my way through this maze and it
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| Never seems to stay the same way
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| No escape from the pain this game of chains
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| And I’m forced to play sort of like I’m juggling hand grenades
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| Black ink on a blank canvas future so bleak that I can’t handle it
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| Submit to defeat or self-analysis
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| Thoughts so deep it’ll cause paralysis
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| I guess this means I’m the catalyst
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| Self destruction, my own antagonist
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| Hard to function I’m not a fan of this
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| I must be insane or a sadomasochist
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| Started thinking will I ever get my life back
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| Or is it even possible to find the right path
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| I keep on looking for the light but all I see is black
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| And I don’t need another reason can’t you see that
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| Reaching out I’m just holding on for dear life
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| Even now how come I can never feel right
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| Sick and down, suffocating is what it feels like
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| Message in a bottle with the cap sealed air-tight
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| Drifting away lost at sea, perhaps somebody will receive
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| Maybe even help to set them free
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| Go save yourself, too late for me
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| My introduction to
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| Your instructions are
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| Go with the pain
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| You’re out of control with the brain
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| Will I still be here
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| Will fear keep me in a bottle
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| Cause I’m not sure about tomorrow
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| Tomorrow
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| And whatever our chances are
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| The devil just dances on
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| Sinking me to the bottom
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| I want out
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| I want out
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| I want out
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| I want out |