| Bound to serve the brick on your chest
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| You watch it grow 'til you burst into dust
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| Sadistic thoughts of what you should be
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| Be chosen, be special, a human god
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| …you will be the one that’s choosen
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| In this descending world of lies…
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| Your wounds won’t seem to heal
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| It’s everlasting, do you even know what’s real
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| It’s everlasting, do you even know what’s real?
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| Perfect by nature you close your eyes to disappear
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| But will it help you in your descending world of lies?
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| Trying to figure how it really feels
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| To be choosen, be special, a human god
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| …you will be the one that’s chosen
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| In this decending world of lies…
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| Your wounds won’t seem to heal
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| It’s everlasting, do you even know what’s real
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| It’s everlasting, do you even know what’s real?
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| Bound to serve, the brick on your chest
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| You watch, It grows, sadistic thoughts of what you should be
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| Your wounds won’t seem to heal
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| It’s everlasting, do you even know what’s real
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| It’s everlasting, do you even know what’s real? |