| Chained to a path that leads to the end
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| Try to escape but it’s best to pretend
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| I stray from the course, stumble back at the bend
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| Progress always leads to regression
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| There are visions in sleep but reality’s worse
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| You struggle for peace but are locked with this curse
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| Start moving foward but end in reverse
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| Progress always leads to depression
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| Start from the end, if you look you will see
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| The regression
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| There are visions in sleep but reality’s worse
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| I struggle for peace but am locked with this curse
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| Strain to push past but know you’ll end in reverse
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| Progress always leads to depression
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| Face to face with what should not be
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| These words are all weapons aimed squarely at me
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| Armed to the teeth, preparing for war
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| Compounding with malice forevermore
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| There was a day we used to know
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| Where we’d desire and it would be so
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| But though we know just what we see
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| We cannot reach it, we are too weak
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| Despondent, corrosive, we circle the drain
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| My will falls to opposition, who’s left to blame
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| But the source of this compulsion? |
| It lies within
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| Simple actions and reactions halt what could have been
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| Still we rise in opposition, denounce our fates
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| Contradicted by our nature, which lies in wait
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| Complete corruption of all we chosse
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| Because this body demands it always lose
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| Overwhelmed by the world
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| Overwhelmed by the truth
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| Anxiety
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| Can you feel it crashing down?
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| Yes through this blood flows dedication
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| My serotonin turned and fled
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| Fate gave up god, found depression
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| Every fragile peace tempered by its hand |