| Look behind, above your shoulder
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| Feel the fear (breathe) behind your back
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| It’s in the eye of the beholder
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| All the colors fade to black
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| Make your amendment clear
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| Reclaim the strength you once possessed
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| A quest to redesign fear
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| Balance the fragile parts to start fresh
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| A grand design or an illusion?
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| Are we products of deception?
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| The owner of I might not be me
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| Truth might be a false conception
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| Are we awake and able to see?
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| Gather the senses in a travesty
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| Align what’s left of it all
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| We all protect this tragedy
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| The nothing is in control
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| Make your amendment clear
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| Reclaim the strength you once possessed
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| A quest to redesign fear
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| Balance the fragile parts to start fresh
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| A grand design or an illusion?
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| We lay to waste our memories
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| Oblivious to it all
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| Align the ways and watch how it ends
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| Unable to recall
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| We looked behind, above our shoulders
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| We felt the fear down our spines
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| Fearless emotions redefined
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| Confronting us all that time
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| Deceptive colors, twisted stain
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| Killing the emotions again
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| Inverted outro, flashback restrain
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| Emotionless but still filled with pain |