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We draw us to silence |
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'Cause we are |
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Marked by our feeble minds |
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We are awake from slumber |
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Don't you stipulate |
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Don't make amend |
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We are awake from slumber |
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Recharged by fear |
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I swallow the anxiety |
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Be as the dust |
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This time it won't come easy on you |
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Breaking out from your distorted thoughts of reality |
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Watch them crawl to where you never have been |
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Is this the way? |
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Nothing's what it used to be |
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A slave to our own minds |
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Is that where we'll stay? |
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Recharged by fear |
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I swallow the anxiety |
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Be as the dust |
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This time it won't come easy on you |
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Will you see through |
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What's really left |
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Will it be you or will you burst |
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Will you see through |
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What's really left |
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Will it be you |
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This time you'll burn |
