| I fall into the blackness of my self
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| No longer receptive of unclean impulses
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| Certain memories I’m restricted to reach
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| With time forgetting who i once was
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| Into the state of continuous manipulation
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| In this era; |
| ignorance is knowledge
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| «Mind projecting horror unseen. |
| Loathe and sickness, can this be me?»
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| The I diminished, souls demolished
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| Beings redone, old ones renewed
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| Blinded by this hate, we make ourselves dumb
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| Rotten from inside, distorted outsides
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| Not dead but close
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| I am but a component in this system
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| They plant the virus in my mind that will surely corrupt and distort my being
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| Massive pain inflicted unto my body
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| That cause me to question my beliefs
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| Wrong!
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| Dark are the faces that stare into me
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| I’m not compatible to this ideology
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| A place unlike its surroundings; |
| Sterile
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| I attempt to escape, I am not able to
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| Not able to. |
| Not able to
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| «Now I’m falling into uncertainty. |
| The loss of myself is inevitable»
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| The I diminished, souls demolished
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| Beings redone, old ones renewed
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| Blinded by this hate, we make ourselves dumb
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| Rotten from inside, distorted outsides
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| Nothing is certain, except this mindsweep
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| Still not dead but close
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| I am but a component in this system
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| I am but a component in this system
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| I am a process of continuous alteration
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| I am a process of continuous alteration |