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These walls became a cage |
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Scratched with delicate wounds that mark a dying day |
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The scraps of breath I take belong to someone else |
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The dirt is all I know |
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Chained in line with the other sick, forgotten souls |
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Stuck with lies they told and wished they never found |
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What good is fear to a man when he's lost everything else? |
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Trees need no bark once the core is hollowed out |
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When a mistake is just that, transforming Eden to Hell |
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Such reflection will leave you beside yourself |
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There are days when death would be welcomed as a friend |
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But I'll live until we meet with my regrets |
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My life of moral decay was bound to damn me to this fate |
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Held in the hands of penance |
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What good are dreams when I wake |
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To find I'm right where I'll always be even if I don't belong? |
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There are days when death would be welcomed as a brother sent |
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To soothe a tired friend |
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The easy way extends a hand |
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Leading us to satisfaction earned by fearful men |
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My life of moral decay was bound to damn me to this fate |
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Held in the hands of penance |
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What good are dreams when I wake |
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To find I'm right where I'll always be even if I don't belong? |
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I'd see these walls in flames |
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I'd have to |
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I'd watch them crumble down to cleanse my sin |
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A second chance to take a life back |
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But it will never come a waste of time |
