| Seething with a hunger only you can fill
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| I am the specimen you bend to your will
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| You pertain to everything I despise and it shows
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| My body burns and throes
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| This love I yearn for, is hard to see
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| Though trails of smoke and enkindled trees
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| I have to be free…
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| You suspect
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| You suspect
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| You suspect…
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| But I know
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| Just how it feels to be pushed aside
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| And I know
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| Just how many demons still reside
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| I’m alone, all alone, in every essence bar my mind
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| My little ventricle of light
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| I know…
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| Place me in containment, away from harm
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| All but yours, I long for calm
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| I pertain to everything you detest and it shows
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| The light will swell and grow
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| This world I cling to, is history
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| Through walls of bodies and apathy
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| I need some relief…
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| You suspect
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| You suspect
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| You suspect…
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| But I know
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| Just how it feels to be pushed aside
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| And I know
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| Just how many demons still reside
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| I’m alone, all alone, in every essence bar my mind
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| My little ventricle of light
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| I know
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| Just how it feels to be locked away
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| And I know
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| How you wish my ailment falls astray
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| I’m overthrown, overthrown by something I cannot quell
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| My little vestibule of hell
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| I know |