| Life keeps growing, boundaries falling, it’s knocking me in my grave
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| And if I recover, I find I discover, it’s me that’s become its slave
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| Pushed from the mountain, lost in a free fall, waiting for black to come
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| The sound of the splatter can be heard forever, ending what I’ve become
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| I can take you by the hand
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| I can lead you through this land
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| But when the hangman comes to call, it’s up to you to stand or fall
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| Oh, it’s just my heart that’s breaking
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| Oh, it’s just my soul you taking
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| Cast aside with self-inflicted pain
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| No one dies from broken dreams
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| And when you’re dead who hears you scream
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| How much could this corpse feel anyway
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| Dead for the moment
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| Pile it on me, stack it to heaven, can’t make a dead man stay
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| He looks so peaceful, hard to believe a fire is on its way
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| I won’t be here long, this box is just too small, won’t break but I can bend
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| I’m painting it all black to mark this arrival, wake up… it’s time again
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| Try to keep yourself alive, even if you’re dead inside
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| And if you follow, take the lead
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| There’s only so much you can bleed
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| Over and over breaking out of these chains
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| Lost in the moment trying to beat this same old game
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| Who will be there when I put out my hand
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| Who will be there and what will be the cost
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| Things have a way of getting out of control
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| Things have a way of working out when everything seems lost |