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(Death comes for every man...) |
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Delusional ants on an overcrowded hill |
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Struggling on, like the surronding mirroring ghosts |
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Runing in circles |
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Confined by the patterns |
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But who is to judge a change of direction? |
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We're all actors... but no one is watching our |
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Performance... |
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No salvation |
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No notes to be compared ot the end of the road |
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No damnation |
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No winner will be crowned, |
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No champion selected |
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All honour soon forgotten in the everlasting show |
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No judgements |
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All sings of existence... erased |
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-Am I going to die? |
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-Yes... How does thah make |
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you fell? |
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(...) |
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- I feel nothing.... |
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Dont wait up for salvation |
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Cause there's no purpose in life |
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No pearly gates on the other side |
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There's no purpose in life |
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No how - crowned majesty |
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To bless you for your sins |
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To die - to leave this place behind |
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Means nothing in the end... |
