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like a weak lamb, blinded you are following the herd |
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locked inside yourself and cryinhg as a crock at the wailing wall |
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suffering will be inflicted as your fears eat you up |
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turning into an empty shell |
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rotting in aparty |
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suffocate in pride |
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dwell in your sacred sorrows |
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hide yourself in your own despair |
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weep and cry - drown in the seas |
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of your own desperate futilities |
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hold onto your contrived misery, repeat your sob story |
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look at your pathetic being, the dying swan is what you are |
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crown yourself with thorns, play the martyr once again |
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climb upon the cross and sing your song of thousand elegies |
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suffocate in pride |
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your vanity is void |
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dwell in your sacred sorrows |
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hide yourself in your own despair |
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weep and cry - drown in the seas |
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of your own futilities |
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just suffering inside seems real |
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you descend into hell |
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hold onto your chosen pain, in senseles dreams you decay |
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in your head you pretend the victim role to play |
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crown yourself with throns and play the martyr once again |
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climb upon the cross and sing your song of thousand elegies |
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suffocate in pride |
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your vanity is void |
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dwell in your sacred sorrows |
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hide yourself in your own despair |
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weep and cry - drown in the seas |
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of your own desperate futilities |
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weep and cry - feel your chosen pain |
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your depressing life is in vain |