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Still Holding on to a memory (of a dream) |
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Clung to a ghost of the past, |
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I am entangled in a maze (of the self) |
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With no way out ... |
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Alive Tired of the empty promises of a new brighter dawn |
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Tired of all your fucking lies, that you keep preaching on |
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Tired of all the hypocrisy, all the scorn, and double morality |
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Only refuge is in a dream, but the dream always dies |
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An image of a desolate meadow (it's a dream) |
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All black, dead and barren, paints itself unto my cornea (it's for real) |
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I know, I've seen it before ... |
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In a dream, maybe? |
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The drugs don't work anymore, immune to all the pills |
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Too afraid to sleep, too tired to live |
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Can't sleep, the visions haunt me |
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Should I close my eyes, would |
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I dare?, dream, my last sanctuary |
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Now twisted into a morbid nightmare ... |
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Without an end |
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The fever's getting higher, burning inside me like fire |
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The shadows are getting deeper, oh dawn, why won't you come? |
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Tired of being alive, of thinking, of breathing |
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So why not just end it? |
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Right here, right now |
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The sickness burns in my veins, working like a daze |
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Yet I am too scared to end my days |