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These are the days when we celebrate host and parasite |
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Bold are the words of the cold unfeeling neophyte |
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I live in a sick world without balance or sense of reality |
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In a fractured moment we are torn into the fragments |
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Of a sick world without equilibrium |
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I can't erase the past, |
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I can't erase today |
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Please take it all away |
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I can't believe there's nothing more to this senseless world |
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Please take it all away |
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Why do we live within these season of wither? |
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Why does the hopelessness take control? |
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In a fractured moment we are torn into the fragments |
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Of a sick world without equilibrium |
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I can't erase the past, |
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I can't erase today |
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Please take it all away |
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I can't believe there's nothing more to this senseless world |
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Please take it all away |
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Slowly fading we lose control |
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Slowly decaying, losing all |
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I can't erase the past, |
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I can't erase today |
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Please take it all away |
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I can't believe there's nothing more to this senseless world |
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Please take it all away |
