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The killer drove an ingot into each of his own eyes |
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Then cut off his head |
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Captivated in their hearts and souls |
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The fear and desire just won't let go |
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Naive as it seems, we all want control |
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You're paralyzed when panic sets in |
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Quietly you drown in your sleep |
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We once had a passion, it all seemed so right |
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So young and so eager, no end in sight |
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But now we are prisoners in our own hearts |
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Nothing seems real, it's all torn apart |
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No one knows where to draw the line |
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Accusations, a pledge of mine |
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In power, we trust |
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We can't get out |
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The time we spend fighting, the anger and the hate |
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Hope for tomorrow, it's never too late |
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We all turn to dust on heaven's command |
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Time moves by fast, no second chance |
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We once had a passion, it all seemed so right |
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So young and so eager, no end in sight |
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But now we are prisoners in our own hearts |
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Nothing seems real, oh, it's all torn apart |
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The anger and the hate, it's never too late[Incomprehensible] |
