| Impressions shape and mold, they teach you right and wrong
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| The ones close are the ones that leave a mark
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| We carry a blindfold from a young age, blind from birth we stumble into the dark
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| We are a disease that has brought us to our knees
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| We are an avalanche that has left us buried beneath our own weight
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| Now everywhere I look, war, greed, pain and scars
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| The blindfolds off I try to be my own man
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| But the weight of the world pulls me down
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| I try to live my own life, but the weight of the world pulls me down
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| Fingers pointed in every direction, who is to blame?
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| We’re all the culprits and we’re all the victims
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| A generation born in darkness, going in circles with no direction
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| Masters of our own world, where the blind leads the blind
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| In which we are the cure and cause, the key and lock
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| The blindfolds off
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| The dice roll that determines what we become
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| Hope placed into the hands of Lady Fortuna
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| Can’t control who we are, can’t control what is written in stone
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| I try to be my own man, but the weight of the world pulls me down
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| I try to live my own life, but the weight of the world pulls me down
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| Fingers pointed in every direction, who is to blame?
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| We’re all the culprits and we’re all the victims |