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There's a chain that is controlling what you do. |
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There's a sin in the beliefs you love. |
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But again you just see what you want to. |
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Live in a hell, keep it inside so no one can see it. |
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All the good thoughts don't have sense to a life in vain. |
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Faith, it can't remember your face. |
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I'm seeking the respect that I never had for myself. |
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Your rise and fall is what you deserve. |
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You'll die a liar chasing your pathetic truth. |
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Here no one can stand the pride that you exposed with so much light. |
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You abused it. |
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That's why I'll take mine. |
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You'll find something to say too. |
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So it was proven you're nothing new. |
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Denied by pardon. |
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Taste the weight of abandonment. |
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An empty shell renewed by cursed desires. |
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That will bring it to nowhere. |
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You waited 'till the end, |
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Hoping to be absolved. |
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There is no sorrow to feel, to see. |
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I know you said it was to feel, |
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To see what was left, |
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Left of my scene. |
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This is my last scene. |
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Waste, waste the promise of the pure. |
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Burning rememberance of the gone, |
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Give a motive to the wreck. |
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You've taken the null and braced regress. |
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If I move now, |
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I'll be seen clearly starving (all along) |
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Enough to remind me I'm so far, far away |
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'Cause I can take all and burn it with my sins. |
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Bless the living that have a dream, |
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Souls awakened for the wills, for the purposes. |
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Drop the guilt of all the misdeeds. |
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There's a vision, it's to bear, |
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It's to realize. |
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(Time stands still while failure rises here. |
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And time killed, we hang on these unread best intents.) |
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There's a meaning in the burden. |
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Put commitment in the time that's been gifted you, |
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Ban the languished unconsciousness, |
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Grant the knowledge, it's for them. |
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It's for everyone. |
