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We are alive, to see the end of us |
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Struggling to reach the finish line |
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To designate our time to questionable lives |
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So called meaningless, still there's no answer |
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For this vulnerable reality comes |
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Can't we break the cycle in which we reside? |
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Trigger the silence and make up your mind |
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See what's inside |
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Into shimmering sleep, I risk it all |
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It takes the soul out of me, can't change for good |
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Falling back into patterns, my destiny |
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Ambitions in me put to shame. |
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The faceless have come, serving the cycle |
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Feeding the urge for security |
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Oppression suppressed |
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Expression is a form of art condemned |
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We need to control our second nature |
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Creating artificial projections of life |
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In which our instincts will succumb. |
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We're building a new world |
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And you kneel down to welcome the meaningless |
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Silence is timeless |
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And finally we're breaking out. |
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Objective achieved, the perfect machine |
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We're drawing circles every day |
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It takes only one step to be on your way |
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Reflection, our time's up |
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And over and over again, |
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Again. x2 |
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Trying to break out, escape |
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Feel the rush, just like everyone |
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Look back within |
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Then I feel a little closer |
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To the thief inside of me. |
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I censor my flaws |
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But it's only a matter of time |
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Before the walls tumble down |
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Did I get any closer? |
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Wake up, take it all |
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Only to lose the things I love |
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When I fall |
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Did I get any closer? |
