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Five steps right |
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No place left to rest |
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Inside nothing real |
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Fear - clean white coats around |
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Pain - angels might be found |
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Hate - final truth was told |
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Tears - freedom not allowed |
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Constrained limbs |
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Cold blood all around as proof god is found |
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Fear - next one could be you |
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Pain - little gift for you |
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Hate - out of frozen eyes |
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Ruth - lamentable life |
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Darkness |
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Somewhere lost screaming |
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Inside first agony |
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Footfalls |
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The door gets open |
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Your body is frozen |
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Than you can see eyes, cold as ice |
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Laughing, crying, endless dying |
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Questions left no way to respond |
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Fear - clean white coats around |
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Pain - angels might be found |
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Truth - never-ending search |
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Lies - always by your side |
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Stumbling |
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Sometimes you're creeping |
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Mind full of anxious fears |
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Strapped down |
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The blade well lighted |
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A final command |
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Than you can see eyes, hateful eyes |
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Right time to tell you |
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What's their human right for |
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So that you can die for |
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Endless cries |
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Their truth will be found |
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Fear - clean white coats around |
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Pain - little gift for you |
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Truth - never-ending search |
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Lies - always will be there |
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Finally |
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Their words are gently |
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Inside quite irony |
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Strapped down |
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Your face well lighted |
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Inside the mirror |
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Than you can see eyes, full of lies |
