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Running: through a blur of motion |
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Out of context; |
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I've lost my ground |
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Only destruction in my mind |
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Obeying another sensless command |
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My senses: divided |
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Providing no useful information |
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Waiting for my death |
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With indifferent anticipation |
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I'm the calm in the heart of the storm |
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The steady axis in this dance of death |
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I'm the calm in the heart of the storm |
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My existence; re-created breath by breath |
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Chaos all around |
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Human limbs rearranged |
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A collage made out of living flesh |
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Perception of reality now estranged |
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Sudden motions in my periphery |
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I turn around too late |
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It's time to shake the hand of fate |
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On my tongue the taste of death |