| When built the damage done
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| The all-absorbing eye
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| With ball and chain
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| Against the grain
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| Where lost tomorrows die
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| Feeding storm
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| Yet the walls still stand
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| Changing form
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| King of nothing on a throne of sand
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| Can’t break out of this maze
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| Said to leave a deep trace
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| Once designed
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| What’s been fought since day one
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| In a war never won
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| Now defined
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| This deadweight of the soul
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| A state of seige upheld
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| The worlds I weave
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| Of make-believe
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| In waking dreams expelled
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| The more the truth distorts
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| The less the mind’s a blur
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| Thought correction
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| Resurrection
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| Patching up the future
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| Feeding storm
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| Yet the walls still stand
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| Changing form
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| King of nothing on a throne of sand
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| Can’t break out of this maze
|
| Said to leave a deep trace
|
| Once designed
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| What’s been fought since day one
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| In a war never won
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| Now defined
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| Void of anguish
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| Nourished by isolation
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| And self-deception
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| Subconsciously I must have felt
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| As awe and dread increased
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| My nightmares would soon all be so vivid and visible
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| The punishment came to strike
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| As the roots come undone
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| Bit by bit
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| One by one
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| Ripping out any chance of control
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| Life is caught
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| In a haze
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| Preying on rainy days
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| Giving rise to a shell of a soul
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| Watch fate take wing
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| As the roots come undone
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| Bit by bit
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| One by one
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| Ripping out any chance of control
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| Life is caught in a haze
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| Preying on rainy days
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| Giving rise to a shell of a soul
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| What thrives in hiding
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| And on fear
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| Is making itself known like doubt in the clear
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| A shared illusion
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| Shown and destroyed
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| The error perfecting the void
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| Can’t break out of this maze
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| Said to leave a deep trace
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| Once designed
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| What’s been fought since day one
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| In a war never won
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| Now defined |