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Failure |
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I, I've been lonely |
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And I, I've been blind |
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And I,. I've learned nothing |
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So my hands are firmly tied |
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To the sinking leadweight |
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of failure |
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I've worked hard all my life |
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Money slips through my hands |
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My face in the mirror tells me |
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It's no surprise that I'm |
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Pushing the stone up the hill |
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of failure |
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They tempt me with violence |
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They punish me with ideals |
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And they crush me with an image of my |
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life that's nothing but unreal |
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Except on the goddamned slaveship |
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of failure |
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I'll drown here trying |
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to get up for some air |
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But each time I think I breathe |
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I'm laid on with a double share |
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of the punishing burden |
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of failure |
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I don't deserve to be down here |
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But I'll never leave |
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And I've learned one thing |
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You can't escape the beast |
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In the null and void pit |
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of failure |
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When I get my hands on some money |
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I'll kiss it's green skin |
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And I'll ask it's dirty face |
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"Where the hell have you been?" |
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"I am the fuel that fires the engine |
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of failure." |
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I'll be old and broken down |
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I'll forget who and where I am |
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I'll be senile or forgotten |
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But I'll remember and understand |
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You can bank your hard-earned money |
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on failure |
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I saw my father crying |
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I saw my mother break her hand |
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On a wall that wouldn't weep |
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But that certainly held in |
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The mechanical moans of a dying man |
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Who was a failure |
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My back hurts me when I bend |
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Because I carry a load |
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My brain hurts me like a knife-hole |
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Because I've yet to be shown |
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How to pull myself out from |
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The sucking quicksand |
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of failure |
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Some people live in hell |
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Many bastards succeed |
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But I. I've learned nothing |
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I can't even elegantly bleed |
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Out the poison blood |
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of failure |
