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I hear a voice in my mind |
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There is a gate concealed |
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My emotions are so blind, |
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Nothing revealed |
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Tumultuous thoughts on the face |
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A dementia in deep |
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My emotions are so blind, |
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It's an infected creep |
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Strange layers of our pride, forever lost |
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Vividness of the tale, disguised |
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Our beliefs are the hopes weird host |
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Unimportance will be realized |
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Consciousness begins to fade |
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Yet the state of mind debased |
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The decisions are made, |
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Madness is faced |
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Grabbed by the inner demon |
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Disrooted of mankind's grace |
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The societies crippled son, |
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It's an infected creep |
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Strange layers of our pride, forever lost |
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Vividness of the tale, disguised |
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Our beliefs are the hopes weird host |
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Unimportance will be realized |