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Derailing losses ticking away |
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A clock striking dead the hour of decay |
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The blue of fixation lacking functionality |
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A thought of response tracing rationality |
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Rehashing convulsions I've met with betrayal |
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The spirit misguided walls built so frail |
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You transparent causes your rubber like skin |
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Darkness in light seething within |
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Ramblings in sequence |
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Regretting to relate surreal in conception |
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Indeed you built your truth over harsh deception |
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Negating the stance you so firmly stood |
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The reaction to loss is everything but good |
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Your ramblings in sequence with tragedy inside |
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The risk is far too great no one can decide |
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Your perversion of thought has you looking beneath |
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At the sore of a soul the trivial unleashed |
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Your measure of life your dealing within |
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Your distorted truth |
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Who will give in |
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The severed emotions with nerves of nothing |
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Continually evolve to service something |
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We all stand to watch the results of our quest |
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To mismatch the positive for lies manifest |
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Refusal of the know burning up the lives we fear |
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Faces turn to stone quit before the goals we near |
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Managing the fall of all the things we thought and knew |
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Keeping to ourselves the presence of the few |
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I will not back down in the face of your device |
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You cannot see fact when it's you whom you despise |
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Tossing out your will when your spine cannot reform |
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A typical little thrill I will not be torn |
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A parody on truth this game you've created |
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It leaves only room for the one who's negated |
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It seems to derive from a blind denial |
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But certain facts remain it's you against survival |
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Evasion of fact the final result |
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The equation set forth your own little cult |
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Judging the spirit in speculation |
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Evidence discarded what a sensation |
