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Turning to the next page of your diary |
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It's blank and virgin white |
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All the lines are blurred, you swim on melted paper |
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Drowning false delight |
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You don't need to breathe, your eyes are clear |
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But where's your hope |
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To come up again and face the truth |
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The lies in life |
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Your hell is here |
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You're fighting monsters to get the constancy out of your head |
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But your hell, my dear, is feeding oceans |
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With your devotion to flood your sick world |
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You're pouring with the ink onto the background |
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It's just like a waterfall |
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The shapes are drawn so fast, but letters never talk or say a word at all |
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You still sit there, the words are gone that should pronounce |
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The uncut truth about your life, the lies in life |
