| You can’t work out the codes in my head
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| Every time I try to second-guess the machine
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| I feel the laughter and the taunting logic
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| The lights are on but there’s nobody home
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| I will never know the life that grows inside the wires
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| Opening all the doors, freezing me to the core
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| The paper room, it will defeat you
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| There was never anyone inside
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| The paper room, it will deceive you
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| Mortal confusion swimming against the tide
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| Perceptions pained our future regrets
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| And the grip that we’re fighting to hold and curb the unknown
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| Becomes a coded brand new apocalypse
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| The surface cracked and we’re so panicked and bent
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| There’s a learning deeper than our minds could ever go
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| The inevitability, the death to the ego
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| The paper room it will defeat you
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| There was never anyone inside
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| The paper room it will deceive you
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| Mortal confusion swimming against the tide |