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Awake but not alive as I scrawl these words. |
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All that is left, that I am, a rotting walking corpse. |
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Enervate the machine that holds me down. |
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I can't handle defeat one more fucking time. |
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One more attempt to rectify the inclined angles in my life. |
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I made myself a prisoner in a pattern I despise. |
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I despise. |
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Point blank fire, for all you've done. |
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There is hope in this bullet, freedom in this gun. |
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I made myself a prisoner in this system I despise. |
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All that's left of me is a hollow stare and hope that slowly dies. |
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Retaliation. |
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Enervate the machine that holds me down, retaliation on the structure that tore me down. |
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As this repulsion escalates, |
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I start to realize that I have to get rid of these chains that bind me. |
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So this is my last attempt to rectify my life. |
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Get back to who I once was. |
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And break free. |
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I hope I don't live to see tomorrow if it's the same as today. |
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Again control has slipped out of my hands. |
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I can't live life this way |
