| For every stricken disease into your subconsciousness
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| It’s a subliminal feed inflicted upon yourself
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| A psychological seeding enough to cull and prevail
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| Two hearts are beating as one inside me
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| The science fiction exceeds, the mind denies and transcends
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| I’m the collector of dreams, the victim of consequence
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| Yearn, a total asphyx, you already burdened your death
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| It’s self destruction and you’re defenseless
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| Disconnected we’re on the verge of fear
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| It’s dead beyond original intent
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| Subterranean cruelty, we can know (subliminal)
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| I’ve sunken deeper in burden
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| Slashed, running bleed you choke with every breath (subliminal)
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| For the fading
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| There’s got to be more to life, with every life there’s a death
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| Forced immortality I still exist
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| With every flaw you conceive the promise of emptiness
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| It’s an addiction, a need, a mutilation of self
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| Illusion of what was real, dismemberment of your dream
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| Two hearts are beating as one inside me
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| Annihilation, conceit, to feed a knowledge request
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| Unravel the mystery, the cycle of bothered man
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| Ingrained in your memory, a reminiscence of lies
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| It’s self destruction and you’re defenseless
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| Disconnected we’re on the verge of fear
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| It’s dead beyond original intent
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| Subterranean cruelty, we can know (subliminal)
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| I’ve sunken deeper in burden
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| Slashed, running bleed you choke with every breath (subliminal)
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| For the fading
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| It’s dead beyond the reach I know
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| I can’t believe I can’t let go
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| I’ve helped it live, I’ve watched it grow
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| Now it’s buried inside no one will ever know
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| Flatlined despite the pulse (I cut the chord)
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| Flatlined despite the pulse (I've let you go)
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| It’s dead beyond original intent
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| Subterranean cruelty, we can know (subliminal)
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| I’ve sunken deeper in burden
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| Slashed, running bleed you choke with every breath
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| For the fading
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| All our hearts collide, hearts beat as one
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| Flatline, revive, despite the pulse
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| Relive, revolve, relapse, respond
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| Deface the birth of creation
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| Flatlined despite the pulse (I cut the chord)
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| Flatlined despite the pulse (I've let you go) |