| Buried alive in a world of disappear
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| This grey maze shadows my sight
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| A self made coffin buried by dread
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| An overwhelming angst fills my head
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| Captivated by the presence of others
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| I aim at them to mirror my thoughts
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| To reflect and share my visions
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| I am something, without them I am not
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| From the shadows I watch and observe them
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| Living my hunger through their lives
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| Every move directed with caution
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| Let them see through me, but never inside
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| I wander through the shadows
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| Naked by the guilt in their eyes
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| The eyes reflect my sadness
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| Shall I seek their forgiveness
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| How great it would be
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| To release all sorrows, to set my soul free
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| I lit the fire
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| My world burns today
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| Tomorrow is of redemption
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| With ashes I wash it all away
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| There is no reek of sulphur
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| No overwhelming heat
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| I see no malignant maestro
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| I have no sense of defeat
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| A mental purification
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| Shape shifting transformation
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| A blur has been removed from my sight
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| With the ashes I rise
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| Liberated by the will to power
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| I seek no reflection of my thoughts
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| I have a crystallized vision
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| I am nothing, without them I am all |