| Who’s tipped the scales against me?
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| The balance outweighed perpetually
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| Crushed by our own tombstones
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| And a harsh reality
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| And it washes over me again
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| The feeling of fire against cold skin
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| Awaiting the relief
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| But only finding penance
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| And there is no fighting for air
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| When there is no will
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| As there are no subtleties between foes
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| It’s so clear to see
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| As the blind belittle
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| Yet follow each other
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| Some of us were born to suffer
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| I’ve felt the waves of pain
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| Crashing against me
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| And with no sign of escape
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| It’s too overbearing
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| There’s an enveloping despair
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| And there are demons beneath our skin
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| You can’t point the finger unless
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| You’ve pointed it within
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| And no atonement
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| Can ease the inevitable
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| There’s something to be learned
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| As we connect to the unknown
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| I never saw the light
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| 'Til I was already out of the dark
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| And when I thought I’d left it completely
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| The void dragged me back
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| An endless cycle of suffering |