| I´ve been conditioned since before I denied being a christian
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| In denial, on trial, on fire
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| Entire worlds collapse with the weight of their words
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| Words can construct a sanctuary that changes in a day
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| In a way it makes sense, as dense images fade
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| And I take time forget the finer things in life
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| Despite not understanding this numbing sensation
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| I’ll cave in probably before I prevail
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| I´ll excel past places others promised to fail
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| Success is subjective and dismantles the collective
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| As remedy is a raised duality, dueling, ruining my blissful ignorance
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| Refueling my renaissance
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| I´m lost seeking to be found, listening for sound
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| Wearing this crown facade proudly
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| The crowd be playing my insecurities
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| As I nervously ask you to murder me
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| It should have been an identity resurrection
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| With childhood memories I keep on forgetting
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| As this continues, conditions prove to be contagious
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| As I am ethic and ethic has become anguish
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| Have you ever felt this way?
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| Or am I the only one?
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| Anguish has taken a place in my heart
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| And all I can do is run, away
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| Transform this child of the storm
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| ??? |
| this thorn has caught my sight without unveiling itself
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| Unconditional love seems to have guidelines
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| Landmines places on an already narrow trail
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| Driven by desire to be driven by the third nail
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| And somewhere on my walk I´m bound to pick myself up
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| But if you give me your hand I´ll be eternally grateful
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| Well as I human I have to trouble discerning what it distasteful
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| I´m playful when it comes to matters of live and death
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| First and last breath being taken and being left
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| With the ability to all truth into what I can accept
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| And I know lust better than I know respect
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| And I don’t cuss but that don’t make your mind darker than mine
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| I´ve seen the abyss and done things people would find
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| Strange to say the least
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| (deranged) feed the beast
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| I recently acquired a need to live in peace
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| As footprints in the sand speak with the weight of words
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| I live in the hourglass struggling to be heard
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| And I have covered quiet land in search of language
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| As I am ethic and ethic is anguish
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| Have you ever felt this way?
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| Or am I the only one?
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| Anguish has taken a place in my heart
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| And all I can do is run away
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| Isolated staring through an eyelid backdrop
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| I can´t stop considering where I´ll be in a few
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| Years, from today, with a new outlook on everything
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| That I one time maybe made a difference
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| As major turns into minor I get no resistance
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| I´m a terrible witness and need not fake being convinced
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| It´s gonna´ work out
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| Though I hold tight to the faith I have
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| Of always been one to take too much of a bad thing
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| I live in extremes and am not who I seem
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| A cry for help might not play out in traditional scenes
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| Hiding behind laughter, held up by ???
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| ??? |
| plasma
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| Watch as I shatter right here on this track
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| What I´m speaking today I wish I could take back
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| And act like there´s nothing compressing my brain
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| Pretend like I am happy and only ethic remains
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| The fact is right now there´s a lot to sort out
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| I´m swimming in doubt and surviving on hope
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| And I can live without an answer now if that what´s required
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| But I think this empire has been built on the guilt of it’s sire
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| Every construction is an order from the ground level
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| A requiem for order, pierce me like metal
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| Blades of a wakening beginning is banished
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| As ethic slowly separates from his anguish
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| Have you ever felt this way
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| Or am I the only one?
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| Anguish has taken a place in my heart
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| And all I can do is run away |