| I’ve always known It is too late
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| The signs burn deep in my soul
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| End of the waiting comes; |
| I’m taking my life
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| I’ve always known it is too late
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| I gladly reap what I sow
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| So now I bid you all farewell
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| Blade in hand I do hesitate,
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| Terror can be read in my face
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| I keep forgetting that there is nothing to fear
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| Caged inside
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| I cannot seem to end the battles
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| Breaking down, I worship the insane
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| I’ve always known it is too late
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| The signs burn deep in my soul
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| End of the waiting comes
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| I’m taking my life
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| I loathe all the things I see
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| What you feel doesn’t matter to me
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| All these words and still there is nothing to hear
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| Caged inside
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| I cannot seem to end the battles
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| Breaking down, I worship the insane
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| Churning, burning
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| With frustration
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| Churning I am
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| Turning, drowned in sickness
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| Twisting disease
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| Swirling fever
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| And frustration
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| Vile infection
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| Churning within
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| Burning conflicts
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| Enter death
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| Caged inside
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| I cannot seem to end the battles
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| Breaking down, I worship the insane
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| Caged inside
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| This world knows its torture tactics
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| Born to pain but never again, no |