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Faced the crowd |
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In a blind mirror |
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Skull smashed headfirst |
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Against this wall of inner need |
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I knew this fall |
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Would send it all down towards the lights |
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And they will question once more |
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From their unscathed towers |
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I'll answer: |
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Go on and force |
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Your one-bit truth until the end |
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I'll swallow every bullet |
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That rips through the hull |
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A sheltered life crawls forward, vomits |
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And folds around twin blades |
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I pull it back like last time |
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Yet it never cuts through all the way |
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I always have to take it hostage |
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Whenever I feel |
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I find no way to begin |
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It always bled from within |
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They fed the dreams so it could rip |
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Whenever I feel |
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I find no way to begin |
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I've grown content in this dream |
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I'll let those others take and give |
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And if I had: |
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Leaned forward and let their downpours mask |
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Preburned fields growing supports for a future set in past |
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Every reflection would lie and every breath would climb blind |
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Toward their shallow corpse of a self-lit sky |
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And just its weight would be enough |
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To send it all off the edge towards that same undecided mind |
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Towards that self-absorbed conscience that only screams |
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So predictably: |
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"Someone burn me an exit" |
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Stormed their black-rise tower looming past |
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Drove them all out into a corner |
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Of the memory gridmap |
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Airlocked and silenced, I kept holding back |
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Finally burned them all alive |
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Before cutting off my own blood supply |
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I knew they had it bypassed to a bloodthirsty human mass |
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That infested with a false promise of a chance |
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And held a freedom already dried up and past |
