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Make enemies of truth and reason |
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In that a rage is born |
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Start out a promise and a venture |
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Where direction was never the goal |
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How does it feel |
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To run out of nothing |
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Where do you go |
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When you run out? |
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Never you mind |
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The grand perspective |
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Other forces kept at bay |
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As you narrow the field of vision |
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To retain a sense of control |
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Your focus will remain unfixed |
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In the haze of a world unhinged |
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Create a sense of purpose |
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Around which you base your faith |
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The doubt that haunts your skin |
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An itch that willl linger on |
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Forever How does it feel |
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To run out of nothing |
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Where do you go |
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When you run out? |
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You wave off |
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Critique as an offender |
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Never question |
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Where your motives lie |
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As a part of the greatest fable |
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The beast all had forgotten |
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Instincts in a dead end rampage |
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Destruction as a saving grace |
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You run out of nothing |
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How does it feel |
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To run out of nothing |
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Where do you go |
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When you run out? |
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How does it feel |
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To run out of nothing |
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Where do you go? |
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Where do you go? |