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I have been replaced by vanity's face. |
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Now I'll fix you into a body that you hate, |
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I'll make you work the fields where your friends were made. |
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I'm bitter and my intentions are cynical, |
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every word dishonest and intentional. |
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While everyone looks so lonely from above, |
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my artificial heart is sick of "love." |
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We live in a sad world, but I'm not a sad man. |
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I'm thankful for the ones I "love", my family and friends. |
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But I believe that we've lost touch. |
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All the people here are assembled in factories. |
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We all work, eat, sleep, repeat. Everyone is a machine. |
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All the people here are sporting looks of fallacy. |
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We believe we're free but I'm still beating my heart to the rhythm of hypnopedia. |
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I once was a rare find, you were the metaphors I hid behind. |
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I once was missed but now I don't exist. |
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I masqueraded myself to bits in my mind. |
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What happened to my brain? |
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It must've been washed away on my last soma holiday. |
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What happened to my brain? |
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We're all being washed away a gramme a day. |
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So maybe I'll decide to submerge myself, |
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dilute my mind and float alongside everybody else. |
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We live in a sad world, but I'm not sad man. |
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I'm serene and I accept the things that I cannot mend. |
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If there's a light in this world, clear a path for all my friends |
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and help me change the things I can. |
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I want to believe there's more than this. |