| Thoughts again unwind
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| But now you feel so incoherent
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| And stains are hard to find
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| You can’t stand the lack of fear
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| And if you consciousness is clear
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| Don’t you miss a bit of violence
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| What you see is insincere
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| It always stays the same
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| And on and on a crying dawn
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| But tears have ceased and words are gone
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| And your screams have just become a silent whisper
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| Flood the world they’ve built around you to drown the bygone times
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| Live the lies they tell about you ‘cause doubts have been declined
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| Let me take you far above this, to see beyond their games
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| For the past is out of sight
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| You live your own decay
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| Aren’t you tired of mindless hiding?
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| The conventions you obey
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| Make you feel you’re almost dying
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| When the answers don’t belong
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| To all the questions you were trying
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| To ask a million times before
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| And the faults go on
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| And on and on a crying dawn
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| But tears have ceased and words are gone
|
| And your screams have just become a silent whisper
|
| Flood the world they’ve built around you to drown the bygone times
|
| Live the lies they tell about you ‘cause doubts have been declined
|
| Let me take you far above this, to see beyond their games
|
| For the past is out of sight
|
| Flood the world they’ve built around you to drown the bygone times
|
| Live the lies they tell about you ‘cause doubts have been declined
|
| Let me take you far above this, to see beyond their games
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| For the past is out of sight |