| Sadly aware I’m part of what I concider nothing
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| Suffocating us while we pretend we’re blind
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| Before tired eyes, those who cling to nothing
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| We embrace the echoes of our hollow souls
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| Values of life have changed currency somehow
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| Pockets lined with greed and shallow smiles of need
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| Somewhere we lost sight of who we are
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| Now more is more, less is nothing
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| All we need is ‘need', a glass full of ‘me'
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| As we toast to madness we find fulfillment in
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| All this wealth is deafening, deafening our minds
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| As we all stray further into the great nothing…
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| (Here's to health, here’s to wealth)
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| Corroded, corrupted… I sell my soul again
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| (Here's to health, here’s to wealth)
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| Infected, dissected… I sell myself and die
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| Trapped in my addiction, outside looking in
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| The sound of silence, colours fade to grey
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| My remorse is not enough, I have gone too far
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| I’ve reached the end of my winding road
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| Now that I’ve bared my weakness to you
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| I beg of you to hear me; |
| never follow me
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| See how my fragile shell is breaking
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| I beg of you to see me, see the great King Nothing
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| (Here's to health, here’s to wealth)
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| Corroded, corrupted… I sell my soul again
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| (Here's to health, here’s to wealth)
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| Infected, dissected… I sell myself and die
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| (Here's to health, here’s to wealth)
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| Corroded, corrupted… I sell my soul again
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| (Here's to health, here’s to wealth)
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| Infected, dissected… I sell myself and die |