| Started off as little, but look
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| How it’s grown…
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| You were so carefree in your sin
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| Now you reap the seeds you’ve sown
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| You thought you had control
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| But who’s controlling who?
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| Your life is like a vice
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| Closing in on you
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| Bottles then the needles
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| As you watch your loved ones die
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| You’re slowly sliding down a pit
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| Screaming as you slide…
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| You lie awake, at night it’s damp
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| It’s cold
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| You’re looking back at the
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| Seeds you’ve sown
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| It’s hard to sleep when there’s
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| Fire in your head
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| What can you do?
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| When your life is hanging
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| By a thread
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| Nightmares leave you screaming
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| So real, but who can tell?
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| Nausea, the sickened state
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| Your life’s a living hell
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| Swimming in your vomit
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| It’s the same thing everyday
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| Your life is just a cancer
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| That slowly eats away
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| Lying on the floor
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| With your head between
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| Your knees, realization hits
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| With crushing force
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| Your world can’t fill your needs
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| On that floor Christ appears
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| Saying simply: «come to me» |