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Tortured by the agony of self-laceration |
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Full of pain and fear |
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My sense of self-preservation keeps me alive |
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The whole way of life paved by affliction and danger |
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More and more I recognize the cruelty of reality |
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Reality the greatest plot of life one walks |
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Talks |
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Sees |
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Breathes |
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But doesn't live |
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No |
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Rather serve the growing edifice |
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That control sour so |
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Called life |
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Death gives way to the living |
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Straight into freedom |
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Way out of this edifice |
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Everyone a brick in this stonework |
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And day by day more people live in it |
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Hour by hour their power rises |
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And inevitably steals our breath |
