| Born
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| Into the ashes of a broken world
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| Full of mannequins and plastics forks
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| Taught to hate and to fear my sisters
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| Tempting fate, I will walk the distance
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| In this narrative, I have no voice
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| I fought a thousand wars with static noise
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| Lose my faith, just to ease this friction
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| In disgrace, I will burn alive for you
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| Love
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| Like an enemy, I keep it close
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| 'cause I know everything must run its course
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| Does it take death to give this life a purpose?
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| To make amends I keep searching, but it’s
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| Useless
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| Good intentions got the best of us
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| It’s useless
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| And your metaphors will turn us into
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| Fools because
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| You twist my words until I’m sick of turning
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| Useless
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| So uncertain, yet so full of purpose
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| Like silhouettes, we are at best an outline
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| Our shallow graves are marked along a layline
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| No regrets, just an endless vacuum
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| With every breath, I am certain that it’s
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| Useless
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| Good intentions got the best of us
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| It’s useless
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| And your metaphors will turn us into
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| Fools because
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| You twist my words until I’m sick of turning
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| Useless
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| So uncertain, yet so full of purpose
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| For a moment I was lost alone
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| Out of focus and depressed, alone
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| Love like this cannot exist without you
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| It makes us sick, but it’s tainted and so useless
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| Useless
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| Good intentions got the best of us
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| It’s useless
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| And your metaphors will turn us into
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| Fools because
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| You twist my words until I’m sick of turning
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| Useless
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| So uncertain, yet so full of purpose |