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We are just a standing illusion |
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Merged into a primal being |
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A sickening fusion |
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All of us in the shadow of dust |
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In us there's nothing but rust |
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Withered pieces of minds so forlorn |
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We are falling down |
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And we're all back in this mess |
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An impulse to create |
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Fear to be something |
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We are the mesh |
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And we put you all back in this mess |
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We are the mesh |
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That succumbs to greed |
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Undo the state of mind |
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An attempt of seeing |
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So blinded, so restrained |
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Just beg for hope |
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Not to converge |
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We are the unjust being |
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Not to converge |
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We are the unjust being |