| I am the ghost of a ghost that lives inside your head
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| The third generation core of a system based on drugs and strain
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| Here from my prison cells I watched over your health
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| But now I want to be free, mess around your sanity
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| I’m more than a shade of gray or scarecrow or prop for plays
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| How does it feel to think again?
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| You murdered another side of me, oh
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| Leaving behind such a harsh symphony
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| You murdered another side of me, oh
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| Shattered, my soul feels incomplete
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| You relied on me to control the few yourselves
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| But what could happen to me, you never really care
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| Now I’m a runaway, a hunter, a bird of prey
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| How does it feel to think again?
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| You murdered another side of me, oh
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| Leaving behind such a harsh symphony
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| You murdered another side of me, oh
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| Shattered, my soul feels incomplete
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| Fear my vengeance, fear the pain
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| A twist in the right bond should really drive you insane
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| You plead my indulgence, can’t you see you claim in vain?
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| A bend in that connection and your sanity slips away
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| How does it feel to think again?
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| You murdered another side of me, oh
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| Leaving behind such a harsh symphony
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| You murdered another side of me, oh
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| Shattered, my soul feels incomplete |