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The realisation that I still don't know what I'm doing here, |
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Put in perspective I am nothing, |
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(We are nothing) |
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It feels like something has been wasted, and I am fading |
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Time is growing against me as I grow tired of being |
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Just another soul spent searching for something inside, |
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I hate my fucking guts, I hate desire, I hate lust, |
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I hate humanity, I hate instinctively, I hate this fucking world for fucking hating me |
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The chasm in my chest |
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Screams of resounding emptiness |
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I've never tasted this bitterness |
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I never felt this solitude, worthlessness |
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So what great vision is this to sail amongst the vast indifference? |
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Accept a trail to hollow senses, where only tragedy breaks the numbness |
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So what great epiphany, will spell out beneath my feet? |
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Chain my wrists, and admit defeat, imprisoned by 'the clarity' |
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So is this destiny, a doubtful life, feeling empty? |
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Worst of all to make me guilty, blindest of the blind, telling me to see |
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I might hate this world, I might hate myself |
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But I wont be a wasted soul, another ghost like everyone else |
