| As I walk through the shallows of my distant mind
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| I see the forms of faces I had long forgot
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| They search and reach, though their secrets I will keep
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| Despair, oh my child. |
| Everything that we’ve worked for is gone
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| And I’ll keep running away, pulling away
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| Facing the days that don’t seem to end
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| How can I make amends? |
| Break yourself. |
| Do it again, then you begin
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| It doesn’t seem to end, a hollow sense of self takes, its root within
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| Crush the stone in your hand until it bleeds
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| All of the pain that you’ve felt now isn’t real, it never was
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| Only age and disillusion remain
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| I face it all the same
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| I’ll face the endless days
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| Collect my weary bones
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| And touch my fragile skin
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| Making it new again
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| In this world, as disillusion incarnate
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| As this place, grows smaller every day
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| In this world, I feel no presence with me
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| To escape, I’d give it all away
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| Crush the stone in your hand until it bleeds
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| All of the pain that you’ve felt now isn’t real and it never was
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| Only age and disillusion remain
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| The hollow thoughts prevail
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| If there’s only one thing I promise
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| It’s that you’ll turn back
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| And leave this place like a ghost
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| Forever turned away
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| I’ll face the endless days |