| A million faces, each a million lies
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| For each and all a chrome disguise
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| Prompts for action force reaction
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| Embody promise in a sheen so pure
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| Hurt, the measure of blind ambition
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| The testament to your singular disease
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| Against all wisdom you heed no warning
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| Your desires giving you away
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| If I could change your mind
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| I wouldn’t save you from the path you wander
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| In desperation dreams any soul can set you free
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| And I still hear you scream
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| In every breath, in every single motion
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| Burning innocence the fire to set you free
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| Your actions turn conquest to dust
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| In portents of fate you foolishly place trust
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| Sense fear in your broken breathing
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| Resort to shadows till your body expires
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| All creation has the promise of heaven
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| And still you travel the road to hell
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| I’m saying nothing for the good of myself
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| But I’m still talking and you’re not listening
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| If I could change your mind
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| I wouldn’t save you from the path you wander
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| In desperation dreams any soul can set you free
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| And I still hear you scream
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| In every breath, in every single motion
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| Burning innocence the fire to set you free
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| As night descends upon the city
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| The streets are cold, the lights go by
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| And in the stories of the people
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| A million faces, a million lies
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| They’ll never say they feel what you feel
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| That they can see the world you see
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| And in their faces, their expressions
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| A million faces, a million lies |