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Why are we even breathing |
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If the only reason to exist |
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Is to stare skyward and put my hands together |
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Then why am |
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I even here |
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To serve a myth |
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And carry these burdens on my chest |
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As it caves in and free will gives way |
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To a guilt of lost and misrepresented verses |
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I can't see the logic in falling to my knees |
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Where is the logic |
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There is no logic |
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I was blinded and inducted |
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Into a world that has no meaning |
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No basis for belief |
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And now they wonder why |
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I'm seething |
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I'll spit this in their faces |
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And burn their false pretences |
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On which they stand |
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The pulpit burying our youth |
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Beneath the tides of callous sands |
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No room to breathe, oh |
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No room to brea-ea-ea-ea-ea-eathe |
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In the chambers of your guilt |
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Under the cross and devil's gaze |
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While you sit and wait to die |
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There'll be no god |
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In the cold night sky |
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There's no god who can hear you |
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There's no god who understands |
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Who understands |
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Regrets too often haunt us |
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Again and again |
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Sometimes it seems so hopeless |
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But we cannot give in |
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When all our best decisions |
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Prove us wrong |
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And when we're only waiting |
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For goodbyes |
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We've already given in, given in |
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We've already given in given in |
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We've already given in, |
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We've already given in, given in |
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But we're never giving in |
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There is no god who can hear you |
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Just a sky full of stars |
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The same stars you will be wishing on |
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When death comes to call on us |
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Call on us |