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When I feel the things |
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I feel I do not understand |
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What in life is real reach out and touch my hand |
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Visions from the future |
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Like whipsers from the dead |
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Manipulated machines |
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Screams inside my head |
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I can hear the laughter |
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And I can hear the cries |
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The lonesome child screaming |
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In a world of lies |
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Blessed are those who do not know |
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Who cannot see or hear |
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Blessed are those who cannot see |
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Or taste the vicous fear |
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Blessed are those who do not know |
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That nothing is for real |
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Blessed are those who do not know |
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That there's nothing left to feel |
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Evil resurrected |
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Forever to survive |
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Demons walk beside us |
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Dead but still alive |
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Diabolic creatures |
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Infects humanity |
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No hope for the living |
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Blind by greed eyes cannot see |
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Praying for salvation |
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We fall down on the ground regrets for our own living |
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When dreams cannot be found |
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Blessed are those who do not know |
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Who cannot see or hear |
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Blessed are tose who cannot see |
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Or taste the vicious fear |
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When dreams turn into anquish |
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The withering begins |
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Like autumn leaves we fall down |
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No redemption for our sins |
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Paranoid illusions |
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In a mind of decay |
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Artificial living |
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Death comes our way |