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The first day |
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I felt changed |
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I felt removed and broken |
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Over man Over |
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God But weak by the same token |
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Wherewithal |
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Has dissolved |
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A soulless apparition |
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Loss of choice |
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Lost my voice |
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Condemned and then conditioned |
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I turn my eyes up to the sun |
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And stare ahead as if there's none |
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Mere cinders where my eyes had been |
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Forced to forget the things |
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I've seen |
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My limbs move |
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Without will |
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My thoughts without emotion |
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Ignorant Of my cause |
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But with complete devotion |
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I'm sent forth |
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To collect |
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Another bitter harvest |
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A cruel trial |
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To find out |
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Who they can push the farthest |
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I turn my eyes up to the sun |
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And stare ahead as if there's none |
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Mere cinders where my eyes had been |
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Forced to forget the things |
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I've seen |
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Mowing down |
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Rows and rows |
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Like waves of flesh, blood, and bone |
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Staring blank |
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Into space |
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No sign of life on my face |
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Empty man |
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With a gun |
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What on earth have you done? |
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On your knees |
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On your knees |
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For the land of the free |
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I turn my eyes up to the sun |
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And stare ahead as if there's none |
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Mere cinders where my eyes had been |
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Forced to forget the things |
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I've seen |
