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I've always known |
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It is too late |
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The signs burn deep in my soul |
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End of the waiting comes; |
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I'm taking my life |
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I've always known it is too late |
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I gladly reap what |
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I sow So now |
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I bid you all farewell |
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Blade in hand |
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I do hesitate, |
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Terror can be read in my face |
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I keep forgetting that there is nothing to fear |
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Caged inside |
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I cannot seem to end the battles |
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Breaking down, |
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I worship the insane |
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I've always known it is too late |
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The signs burn deep in my soul |
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End of the waiting comes |
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I'm taking my life |
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I loathe all the things |
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I see What you feel doesn't matter to me |
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All these words and still there is nothing to hear |
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Caged inside |
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I cannot seem to end the battles |
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Breaking down, |
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I worship the insane [Solo: P. Nilsson] |
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Churning, burning |
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With frustration |
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Churning I am |
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Turning, drowned in sickness |
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Twisting disease |
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Swirling fever |
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And frustration |
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Vile infection |
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Churning within |
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Burning conflicts |
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Enter death |
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Caged inside |
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I cannot seem to end the battles |
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Breaking down, |
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I worship the insane |
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Caged inside |
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This world knows its torture tactics |
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Born to pain but never again, no |
