| Quiet rest, with a rope around my neck
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| I assure you that the time is coming near
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| Fight them all, break the spirit and the bone
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| All I care for is what’s happening to me
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| Pushed away and rejected from first day
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| Never felt that I am like everyone else
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| Architects of my intellect and flesh
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| Always pressured me towards the common frame
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| So now, chuck it down your throat
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| See me stand
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| Among the waves
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| The slaying hand
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| Still I am
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| The dream and fall
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| A hateful grace
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| Growing darkness war within
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| Emptiness
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| Shadows alter my reflection
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| Desolation marks my skin
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| Loneliness
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| Visions alter my perception
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| In Isolation, I slowly drown
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| Vague destination
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| For words I shout
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| Victimized by my equals all my life
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| Consequently rival of the obedient mass
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| Parody, be submissive to act free
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| Be what dividend is telling you to be
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| Mockery of the essence of our kind
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| In the mirror you see nothing but a farce
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| Linger on, aiming far but ending close
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| Bearing excess as an instinct not a choice
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| Desire, downfall
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| Possessed by greed and numbers
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| The more we want it all
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| The worse we treat each other
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| Desire, downfall
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| Possessed by greed and numbers
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| The more we want it all
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| The worse we treat each other
|
| Growing darkness war within
|
| Emptiness
|
| Shadows alter my reflection
|
| Desolation marks my skin
|
| Loneliness
|
| Visions alter my perception
|
| In Isolation, I slowly drown
|
| Vague destination
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| For words I shout |