| Is it blood, is it original sin that makes me plead?
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| Is something wrong with me? |
| I can feel it in the air I breathe
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| Is it God, is it The Devil inside who pulls the strings?
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| Look into my eyes, that proves it: I’m not human
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| Do I dream? |
| I forgot myself again, when I wake up I’m only playing pretend
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| Tie me down and cut me open, operate on what I’ve broken
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| Should I breathe? |
| I don’t need this oxygen, only self-inquisition suffocates me
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| Tie me down and cut me open, operate on what I’ve broken
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| Playing pretend suffocates me
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| Suffocates me
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| Playing pretend suffocates me
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| Suffocates me
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| Is it blood, is it original sin that makes me plead?
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| Is something wrong with me? |
| I can feel it in the air I breathe
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| Is it God, is it The Devil inside who pulls the strings?
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| (Look into my eyes) That proves it: I’m not human
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| When I speak, is every word genuine if all my frequencies are playing pretend?
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| Tie me down and cut me open, operate on what I’ve broken
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| Am I free to find where this conscience ends? |
| I fear I won’t before it
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| suffocates me
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| Tie me down and cut me open, operate on what I’ve broken
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| Playing pretend suffocates me
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| Suffocates me
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| Playing pretend suffocates me
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| Suffocates me
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| Is it blood, is it original sin that makes me plead?
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| Is something wrong with me? |
| I can feel it in the air I breathe
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| Is it God, is it The Devil inside who pulls the strings?
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| (Look into my eyes) That proves it: I’m not human
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| (I'm not human) |