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Striking body, soul & mind w/ everything I've seen |
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Seems so out of reach adapted to time |
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To it's place, to it's host, to restore some hope |
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The distractions, so stale, so futile |
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Silence tries to hide the emptiness inside. |
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Deluding what you feel, what you thought was real |
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Silence tries to hide the plan that you contrive |
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The Nothingness you fear now consumes you |
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Desolation breeds the bitter man you are |
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It's all in vain, the therapy |
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The conscious mind seems so powerless |
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The evidence is so unrelenting |
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How is it that you sleep? |
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A subversive release |
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The secrets you keep...they all define: |
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A bias, an agenda, the people you hurt |
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Letting go of the solitude & denial |
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Descending down an unmarked path |
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Oblivion, the divine plan |
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Assume the role of someone else |
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Delay until the hours pass |
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Letting go, you can't hold on |
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A struggle to find something more |
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Enarmored by the shadow of one's self |
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Solace and damnation |
