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Slave to monotony |
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Another breath breads futility |
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This is not a life |
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A trace of reality |
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Disease of existing life |
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Holds only shame for me |
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Slipping from importance |
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As I turn away |
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Cold hands breaking apart |
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This will not come to pass |
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We are all so alone |
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And I'm lying here |
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In a pool of my own isgust |
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A frail ritual |
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Practiced with apathy |
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If this is what life has to offer |
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Color me dead |
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And left to the vultures |
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Armed to the teeth with denial |
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Suffocate the slave as therapy |
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For the insane |
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And a lesson the the unforgiven |
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Waking to the bleak |
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Disturbing sound of nothingness |
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No one to save us |
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This has been set |
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By the eyes of the un-desired |
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Dead to the world |
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And tapped clean of all effort |
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Tie the tourniquet |
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Tight bleed the infection away |
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Know that an effort of trying |
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Is an effort towards dying in vain |
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Life's a fable of pride |
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Taught to mask the pawn |
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I've taken what you've given |
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And turned it into nothing |
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Killed myself to redefine suffering |
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Leave me here to rot |
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Find a flame |
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Cchoose a stake |
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Close your eyes and pass away |