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Limitations in manners nailed deep within |
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Spreading as internal flood |
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This peak of knowledge and its corrosion |
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Has turned the survivors into their own victims |
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Constant progress in escaping alive |
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Is degradation of regret |
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By the time they would deviate |
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A state seen as an ill vision has become the essence |
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Discarding the future, discarding senses |
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Raising barriers in front of what's gone |
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Beyond a mental cliff lies the chance to be |
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By their own feet they'll fall |
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Every stride of a thought counts another clinch |
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Coming altered, not replaced |
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Harsh will be the sight at the center of atrocity |
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Where the edge eroded a long time ago |
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It's hard to attempt when you figure out you've vanished |
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The need to drop the flaws of nature |
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Hard to attempt when you figure out you've vanished |
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Cause of them vanquished |
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Dispose of the bleak trace |
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Prostration of humanity |
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Dispose of the trace |
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Fatal conduct the bait they're chasing |
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The eye of evolution strangling the blind |
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Incapable to discern themselves |
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Uncontrollable creation to reproduce in reach |
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It's hard to attempt when you figure out you've vanished |
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The need to drop the flaws of nature |
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Flaws of our nature |
