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I saw the world through the lens of a pinhole camera. |
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I saw nothing. |
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I was blind. |
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In between a black hole and supernova is where you'll find me. |
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Imploding and expanding simultaneously, no longer alive. |
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I've been running away for so long. |
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When I finally caught myself |
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There wasn't much left. |
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The scripts last page is blank, |
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And the medicine is gone. |
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A sick bastard. |
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A twister of dark matter. |
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On a heavier trip than you can comprehend. |
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A tornado. |
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Trying to mend the life that's shattered. |
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Waiting for nothing to begin, |
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A fine line, my insides are tearing out. |
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King me is killing me. |
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King me is killing me. |
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I keep walking past the places I was born in, |
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And now the faces are blank, shiny, and dead. |
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I don't recognize a thing, I can't recall them. |
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A closed book, that I can never, never read again. |
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A flat line my insides are turning out. |
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Now the lights fade, this final war start now. |
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King me is killing me. |
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King me is killing me. |
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King me is killing me. |
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King me is killing me. |
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Killing me. |
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All of that is ending now, for I have arisen. |
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Survived myself somehow, dead and imprisoned. |
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I'm fighting to live, if I aim to see the day. |
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I swear I'll never sleep again, I am no man's slave. |
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I wanted the fog to lift, but I was living in a cloud. |
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Nostalgia is grinding the life from today. |
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The present always dies in future memories |
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And king me is killing me. |
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Cut wide open and bleeding to death for all to see. |
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King me is killing me. |
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King me is killing me. |
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King me is killing me. |
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King me is killing me. |
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He's killing me. |
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He won't kill me. |
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I won't let him killing me. |
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He won't kill me. |
