| She’s tried so hard to fit the mold
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| To embrace the image she’s been sold
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| She’ll binge and purge to fill her soul but she’s wasting away
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| He thinks the cure for his frustration lies
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| In the battering of what he despises
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| The children face his ruthless eyes
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| They’ll grow up blind with tears of rage
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| In agony eternally but are we praticing our hunger well?
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| Cowering in corners
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| Can we find freedom beneath the blows?
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| Crawling like roaches awaiting mercy from the merciless
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| Decimated alienated with nothing left to lose
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| Left to die alone he fights disgrace
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| Not immune even to the fear he’ll face
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| As he comes to know that he’s been condemned
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| By those who profit from his pain
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| Her golden years have rusted through
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| And now there’s nothing left for her to do
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| But to demand the respect she longed for in her youth
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| And hope that when her time comes
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| She will not have died in vain
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| Are the poisons we endorse worth more then our flesh?
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| Is the only peace we’ll know awaiting us in death?
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| I’ve reached the limit there is nothing left to lose
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| Yet a choice still remains a choice still remains to survive
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| I claim this life
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| I claim this hope
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| I claim these horrors for my own
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| I claim it all |