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My mind struggles to resist |
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Frustration |
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The modern decay |
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A disease of societal dismay |
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Dismay and apathy |
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To the weak ignorance is bliss |
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Your choice not to choose |
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And the walls are closing in |
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Reality seems but a dark dream to me |
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The inevitable sting of an irrelevant life |
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Vanished in mediocrity |
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Banished by a lack of free thought or will |
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Just breathe above the thoughts you hide |
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And then, when it all comes to pass |
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The fear of confrontation will be |
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The end of your vow of silence |
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One mind, no thought |
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Give up all sense of control |
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My own body, no self preservation |
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Reality seems but a dark dream to me |
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The unbearable sting |
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The pendulum swings, |
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Void passing moments have been instilled |
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No sense to emote |
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Will you ever realise |
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Of what it is you have been deprived? |
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No sense to emote |
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Just breathe above the thoughts you hide |
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And then, when it all comes to pass |
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The fear of confrontation will be |
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The end of your vow of silence |
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Finally we are the ill fated, we are sedated |
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We are the ill fated |
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Consciously sedated |
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We are the ill fated |
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We are the faded |
