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Buried alive in a world of disappear |
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This grey maze shadows my sight |
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A self made coffin buried by dread |
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An overwhelming angst fills my head |
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Captivated by the presence of others |
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I aim at them to mirror my thoughts |
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To reflect and share my visions |
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I am something, without them I am not |
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From the shadows I watch and observe them |
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Living my hunger through their lives |
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Every move directed with caution |
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Let them see through me, but never inside |
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I wander through the shadows |
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Naked by the guilt in their eyes |
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The eyes reflect my sadness |
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Shall I seek their forgiveness |
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How great it would be |
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To release all sorrows, to set my soul free |
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I lit the fire |
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My world burns today |
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Tomorrow is of redemption |
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With ashes I wash it all away |
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There is no reek of sulphur |
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No overwhelming heat |
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I see no malignant maestro |
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I have no sense of defeat |
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A mental purification |
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Shape shifting transformation |
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A blur has been removed from my sight |
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With the ashes I rise |
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Liberated by the will to power |
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I seek no reflection of my thoughts |
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I have a crystallized vision |
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I am nothing, without them I am all |