| Still drinking heavily, sweet taste of power
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| The glass is half-full, no more happy hour
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| The pain is true and high beyond all expectations
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| It seems to end it all
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| Feeling numb, hurt inside, beaten senseless
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| Feed them poetry, empty and pretentious
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| Your penance is a cup full of poison
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| It seems to end it all
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| We’ll pay the price, bring freedom back
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| Just look around, what’s lost is found
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| The time is now, send death a smile
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| Accept your fate and stand your ground
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| Fail to sleep, half-awake, mind in motion
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| My soul is screaming, longing for the potion
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| Nocturnal fantasies crave all attention
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| It seems to end it all
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| Tumbling down, into the void, loose my grip
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| Beyond control, long before the slip
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| Into the nothingness, diminishing desire
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| This seems to end it all |