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You watch me burn my hands |
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Stand by the brocken door |
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Smoke fills the room |
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My bones are ashes on the ground |
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You watch me burn my hands |
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These powder burns explode |
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And still you find that you |
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Can't stop watching yet |
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In disbelief control |
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These flames from nowhere hold |
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Me buried, scattered, all around |
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I cannot speak |
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In naked waste complete |
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Decaying at your leisure |
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So confused |
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And yet so nice to be unique |
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You Cannot Be Sure |
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Revolving ups and downs of thoughts decayed by time |
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Telling you everything but listen to your lies |
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Time to destroy |
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But don't loose your head |
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And then you'll find |
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You cannot be sure |
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Choking mind provoking criticisms now |
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They drift away creating nothing anyhow |
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See how they run |
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Running away |
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And then you'll find |
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You cannot be sure |
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So hypnotised |
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Don't loose your mind |
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Under/over statements forced from deep within |
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Still you can't possess the strength please don't give in |
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Time to just be |
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Being with time |
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See how you'll find |
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You cannot be sure |
