| Lost in the translation of these whispers
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| Spinning around in my head in this viscious circle
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| Its all I hear
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| Its all I see
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| Telling me everyone is my enemy
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| Dissolving the passion that runs through my veins
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| With every passing hour my identity devides and regroups
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| Thoughts carry through distressed trails
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| Diffusing into a doleful calm…
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| Dissolving the passion that runs through my veins
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| With every passing hour my identity devides and regroups.
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| (bang your head)
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| I sense the hatred…
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| I sense the hatred has finally consumed me
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| Drifting in the still smoke that clouds this dim lit room
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| A thick film that coats these dirty lenses…
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| DRIFTING IN THE STILL SMOKE THAT CLOUDS THIS DIM LIT ROOM
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| A THICK FILM THAT COATS THESE DIRTY LENSES
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| Through the fog a
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| distant shadow awaits
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| Foretelling the
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| Harrowing Winds to come…
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| Lost in the translation of these whispers
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| Spinning around in my head in this viscious circle
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| Its all I hear
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| Its all I see |