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Now it's always been a riddle |
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Misanthrope, you always pursued a valid reason |
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You know, to be wrong with a reason - you are what you are |
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But your ever present subliminal self bends the black - you sleep so tight |
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But dreamless - facing forward - dawn's edge, the supplement to destiny's ender |
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You smother all the words you have never said, with a mouth filled with empathy |
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Words can be an enemy - you can never say you're sorry 'cause you're a pretender |
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Unpretend - fall from grace - unconcealed - just a phase - summer's bruise - turn a wrench |
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Bottled thoughts - blind eye stare - look out of the window |
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You stare in the face of a widow - drink up, like a lover - you recreate all that's over |
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The turn of the tide - you're used up - just take it like a man, all you must do is confess |
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The truth is a knife - you are but one - one Straight answer. |
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What is it? Sculpture of an obsession - a sound so profound it sings you back to hell - the system's architecture |
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Frames the antidote's gift - winter - summer cycle moves erratic, follow me Aphrodite |
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Faithless - the one broken - the one who can bend a spoon with his will - bow down - here's my antidote |
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Priceless honest reaction |
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Come on, x2 |
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Take it, x2 |
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More. |
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Just another day in the rain, and a sure shot inside the game - walk the dead man directly to his grave |
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Without mourning, without nothing - be the same |
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Divide by numbers, all uncovered |
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Narrowed down from three to none my brother |
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And the nearest beacon cries "I'm sober" |
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But the truth remain unspoken |
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Cynic without anger |
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And a lover without passion |
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And a fighter with a complex |
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Worship your own cancer |
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And a lesson without meaning |
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It a lesson for the feeble |
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Branded by all-in-one frights |
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Antagonist, become my downfall |
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I'm just a man and I can't grasp it all. |