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This is the reason why I can't sleep tonight |
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they're killing on my left |
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dying on my right |
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Everywhere I look fills me with fear |
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beliefs I once had become so unclear. |
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I dare to rub out the lines draw from a new idea |
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but I'm stuck in this prison |
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stuck in this prison |
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no one can help me break free |
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Born sick commanded to be well |
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stuck in a losing struggle |
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it's a dark existence meaningless and cold |
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impossible to escape from |
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Trapped inside this fist of rage |
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held down by the hand that made me |
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there is no escape while the shepherds block the gates |
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Now do I qualify for survival |
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I don't fear death like an American idol |
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are we the ones that have to bleed |
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what luck that we don't think |
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Silent screams who wants to testify |
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instinctively we try to hide |
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breathlessly I hope to re-design |
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how I think amongst all these painted smiles |
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Nothing is set in stone |
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we fuel the machine that feeds of the death of our own |
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nothing is what it seems |
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we follow the trend that keeps us in time |
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what is real? |
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Nothing is set in stone |
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we fuel the machine that's feeds of the death of our own |
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Straight away I wont hesitate to call you out |
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straight away I can see that your all afraid |
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its time to make up your own mind its time to make yourselves |
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Rectify beliefs |
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I won't be held down by the hand that made me |