Lyrics

The life I live ain't mine, a numbing sense of confusion.
Left alone to myself, and feeling a violent reaction.
Consumption and quickness, a passion fueling rage.
Leading the life of a blind man, through another mental stage.

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call it what you will, label me a slave
but it gets the best of me.

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Take this from my hand, pry it away from me
before it digs my grave, and alters my sanity.
I saw the ghost of you staring into my sole.
Scared to death, my blood turns cold.

Wake up late on the floor, head is pounding with wonder.
Of the night before, and the god I was under.

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recalling my memories
restoring my sympathies
reliving the tragedies, of an order-less world.

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truth
pain
life
death