| We are alive, to see the end of us
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| Struggling to reach the finish line
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| To designate our time to questionable lives
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| So called meaningless, still there’s no answer
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| For this vulnerable reality comes
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| Can’t we break the cycle in which we reside?
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| Trigger the silence and make up your mind
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| See what’s inside
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| Into shimmering sleep, I risk it all
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| It takes the soul out of me, can’t change for good
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| Falling back into patterns, my destiny
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| Ambitions in me put to shame
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| The faceless have come, serving the cycle
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| Feeding the urge for security
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| Oppression suppressed
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| Expression is a form of art condemned
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| We need to control our second nature
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| Creating artificial projections of life
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| In which our instincts will succumb
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| We’re building a new world
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| And you kneel down to welcome the meaningless
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| Silence is timeless
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| And finally we’re breaking out
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| Objective achieved, the perfect machine
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| We’re drawing circles every day
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| It takes only one step to be on your way
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| Reflection, our time’s up
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| And over and over again
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| Again. |
| x2
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| Trying to break out, escape
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| Feel the rush, just like everyone
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| Look back within
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| Then I feel a little closer
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| To the thief inside of me
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| I censor my flaws
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| But it’s only a matter of time
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| Before the walls tumble down
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| Did I get any closer?
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| Wake up, take it all
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| Only to lose the things I love
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| When I fall
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| Did I get any closer? |