| Each of us is a precipice
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| With a slumbering dark
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| Swarming demons dwelling deep
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| Waiting just for a spark
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| For a man to be a man
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| With the beast on a leash
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| Give us law, lock us up in rules
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| Give us roles to play
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| A blind spot is what it craves, for it never sleeps
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| Sloppy gods, a broken code, power uncontrolled
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| Twilight of the soul closing in on me
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| At the gates I stand to my vantaback
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| No machine will calculate any thought that is black
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| Seers cannot prophesize when a heart bears a crack
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| Each of us is a paradox with a chaos inside
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| Bearing masks of sanity with a predator’s snarl
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| Always at war, always at war, man fights beast
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| Longing for more, raging inside, begs for release
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| Stigmatized, this must b brutal you, brutal me
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| Power blinds, we’r slaves of violence
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| Power blinds, we’re slaves of force
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| Reason binds whatever’s sinister
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| Reason binds whatever’s raw |