| Every move that we make are for our own sake
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| You see yourself in the eye of others
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| Why the hell do you bother?
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| You are the civil man dying for a Promised Land
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| I live in the wilderness to avoid human emptiness
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| Firstborn in the hall of the mountain
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| Wandering through the endless woods
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| Surviving on weaker creatures
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| This solitary ambience feels so good
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| With love for myself I have no need for pride
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| I avoid human contact I live my own life
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| Your aggressive and selfish fright
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| Keep you awake every night
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| You hide in the shadows from the past
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| But the past resurrects and makes the pain last
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| Wounds from times best forgotton
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| Are reopening with a smell so rotten
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| In the hours of despair
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| When wounds open and grief overwhelms
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| You close your eyes and cherish moments
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| From a simple yet so perfect time
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| When anxiety didn’t haunt your mind
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| A variety of choices
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| Multiplicity of stupidity
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| Either path chosen
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| Lead in the same direction
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| The abyss seem unavoidable
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| For the man without affections |