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I have a million questions. but no will to ask. |
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Through chaos. rationale speaks clearly. |
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Decay sets in amongst the fragments... |
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Such weight lies within knowledge. |
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Crippled by thought. |
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Eyes that see too much lose the will to see. |
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And the pain that spills from these walls. |
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Blasts through this withered body. |
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The circle has begun. |
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Time is not won. |
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Losing this battle to remain. |
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In this place. |
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I dare not dream. |
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For awakening the demons that will find me. |
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Blinded by madness. |
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Such endless probability. |
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And I must know every thing and every thought |
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And I must uncover all answers sought. |
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For sleep eludes when this frustration taunts. |
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And drives me to release. |
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Or travel towards end. |
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So dead inside. |
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And all but to live on. |
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Burning from within. |
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Maddened eyes. |
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Filled with boiling blood. |
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Sullen. |
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Grow sharper with the pain. |
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To rest now. |
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Until we meet again. |
