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The Darkness shines blinding me, |
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As I stand in a room of green blue ecstasy. |
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Confined and alone in a crowd so thriving, |
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As if I where watching them all, from inside a glass box. |
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Beyond grey. |
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People move instinctively as if I weren't there, |
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The low pulse and beat running through them. |
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(Morality is a word) |
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Deluded by their intake of the chemical mixing with the mind, |
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(Instinct is life) |
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The beasts overwhelmed. |
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Beyond grey, Numb to our existence, |
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Watching you move on. |
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It's not the same, I feel your persistence. |
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Am I alone? |
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Breasts exposed and pushed to arouse temptation, |
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The urges of the animals wanting a taste. |
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Acting on instinct rather than debating the effect, |
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The pulse rushes and teases the cause. |