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The unsaid tone of weak despair |
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Fail to resonate |
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Frayed ends of our binding threads |
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Will disintegrate |
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By the laws our phiysique state |
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Failure to communicate |
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None too sentient |
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Hear no, see no works its magic |
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Against all function |
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Ongoing choices the trials will end |
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Filter the nonsense and laugh at what's left |
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Indecision/nonvision what matters taken away |
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Look at the shell that is you |
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Empty, fragile, weak |
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Soon the battle is over |
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Lost to apathy |
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So overcome with pointless tears |
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To test pain receptors |
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Nothing matters ever here |
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Put up a nonreaction |
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These eyes will never see |
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Covered up from reality |
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Look at the shell that is you |
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Empty, fragile, weak |
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Soon the battle is over |
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Lost to apathy |
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The unknown world that you deny |
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No priority |
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Cannot fail if you never start |
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How predictable |
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I want to know where did it end |
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For madness to start |
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Always the sceptic never the part |
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Introvertive/nondescriptive |
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It matters not, not |
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Look at the shell that is you |
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Empty, fragile, weak |
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Look at the shell that is you |
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Empty, fragile, weak |
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Soon the battle is over |
|
Lost to apathy |
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The shell that is you |
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Empty, fragile, weak |
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Now the battle is over |
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Lost to apathy |
