| Could it be that it didn’t happen?
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| Could it be that I wasn’t there?
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| I could swear that my eyes were open
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| But there’s nothing at which to stare
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| I remember the people dying
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| Staring blankly into the sky
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| Unaffected and undistracted
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| Redirected to pass them by
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| Cold as steel underneath my broken skin I’m bleeding
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| Forced to feel devastation unto Genocide
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| My reflection sometimes reminds me
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| In the image was I born?
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| Technically I’m enhanced they tell me
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| From their minds my existence torn
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| They don’t know all the hate I’m feeling
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| They don’t see how it breeds inside
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| I’m afraid of the walls around me
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| I’m afraid but I can not hide
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| Cold as steel underneath my broken skin I’m bleeding
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| Forced to feel while I live through programmed suicide
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| They’ll ask why can’t remember when I started hearing
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| Do or die Devastation unto Genocide
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| There’s a reason that I met you it’s to show me how to die
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| Simplify my own correction
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| Disconnect me where I lie
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| There is conflict all around us
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| There is conflict in my soul
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| Put and end to what’s beginning to make me want to play my role
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| Cold as steel underneath my broken skin I’m bleeding
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| Forced to feel while I live through programmed suicide
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| They’ll ask why can’t remember when I started hearing
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| Do or die Devastation unto genocide |