| As you judge me when I speak
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| Your eyes so dead and hollow
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| No colour but grey I see
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| Your arms and mind are twisted
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| You’re tied and controlled
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| The point in life is giving
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| You’re such a heavy breathing soul
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| Time’s an enemy by your definition
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| With no ability to heal
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| Animosity is your medication
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| To help you overcome your fear
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| The snake gives deadly kisses
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| You’re tied and controlled
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| The point in love is giving
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| You’re such a heavy breathing soul
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| Thirteen is the number
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| Thirteen is the way
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| At the gates of slumber
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| You’ll awake in midlight day
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| Space turning over now
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| You elevate your thoughts
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| The hourless fears
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| Looking for a cause
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| Hey warrior
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| Without meaning or cause
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| Doomed and consumed
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| They will hunt you down
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| Or just to chase
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| Chase the dream away
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| Would you pass
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| Your gift alone
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| You defined those precious parts
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| Had them grow till they became your own
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| Your life’s easy and mine has turned
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| I opened up and let it burn
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| If we die together in our grief
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| At least we tried forever to find peace
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| Taking time then to reflect
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| Impatience was not yours to bare
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| I fear the most terrible case
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| We drowned in friendship and disgrace
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| If hell was the punishment due
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| I can’t wait to be there with you |