| Am I the invention of hatred?
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| Or was hatred born in me?
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| Life delivered by indifference
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| Callous to suffering
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| Progress that is fueled without purpose
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| An engine of entropy
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| Built with detail yet still left heartless
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| Like a machine
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| Some accept that there is no point
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| But we still learn to survive
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| Death’s the only means that we have to move on and refine
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| The truth appears to be empty
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| We face chaos and entropy
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| The truth appears to be empty
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| We face chaos and entropy
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| A seemingly cruel process leaving us with so much pain
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| And even one small moment of pleasure is from countless hours of misery
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| The invention of hatred
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| The truth appears to be empty
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| We face chaos and entropy
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| The truth appears to be empty
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| We face chaos and entropy
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| Am I the invention of hatred?
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| Or was hatred born in me?
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| Life delivered by indifference
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| Callous to suffering
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| You can remove good and evil
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| But we’re still left with the burden of sorrow
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| It would be battle if there were even two sides at war
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| The invention of hatred
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| The truth appears to be empty
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| We face chaos and entropy
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| The truth appears to be empty
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| We face chaos and entropy
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| Chaos
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| Chaos and entropy |