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The air is humid and the floor's cold. Prisoner. Crime unknown. Prisoner. |
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Awaiting my sentence. Society's disposable son. Outcast. Grown apart. |
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Institutionalized since day one. Society's unwanted son. |
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Raised by emotionless TV screen, this is everyone's crime. |
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Go ahead pull the trigger if this is how you want it. |
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Anywhere but here is where I want to be right now. |
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I am the reflection of your mad world and system. |
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Anywhere but here is where I want to be right now. |
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Go ahead pull the trigger on your own creation. |
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When I'll leave, I'll watch you right in the eyes. |
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Society's disposable son. Outcast. Grown apart. The air is humid and the floor is cold. |
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Prisoner. Crime unknown. Sentenced, leaving with my eyes wide open |
