| I refuse a life of emptiness
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| I made the change the moment you gave up on me
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| Take this as my sacrifice, a vice of judgement, a life of loathing
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| I made the change the moment you gave up on me
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| Chiseled to the bone, I am nothing but marrow
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| But I long for something more
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| Your clouded narrow mind can’t rob me of my worth
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| My value is smothered by the voices that seek to remove its face
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| You tried to chisel me and replace my spine
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| As if I wasn’t enough, as if I wasn’t enough
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| I’d rather waste all my days screaming in vain
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| If you try to drown me in the river
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| You’ll wash me of purpose (wash me of purpose)
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| If you try to drown me in earth
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| You’ll rob me of value
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| Spinning into nothing again
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| You told me this would be a waste of my time
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| If I was back home I’d be losing my mind
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| I’ve found release from lies and deceit
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| And now I’m spinning, I keep spinning
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| Spinning into nothing, spinning into nothing
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| Spin me into nothing, spin me into nothing |