| Darkness inside this prison
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| Is taking my breath away.
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| Shrinks never try to reason
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| With voices inside my head.
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| Burning my eyes with embers,
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| Turning my skin to dust.
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| Drawing blood from my vessels,
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| Glorious essence of life.
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| Leaving me cold and empty,
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| Keeping me locked away.
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| I used to be the master.
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| Now I am just a slave.
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| Oh, can you hear them calling?
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| Oh, can’t you see it’s coming?
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| Break the bread son of Seth,
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| Feed the prey, bless profane.
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| Enslaving all my senses.
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| I’m catching a hateful stare.
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| Everything’s blurred and hazy,
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| I have become a prey.
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| Covering me in slashes,
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| Bruising my filthy hands.
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| I’m taking back my freedom,
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| I have become a god.
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| Oh, can you hear them calling?
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| Oh, can’t you see it’s coming?
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| Break the bread son of Seth,
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| Feed the prey, bless profane.
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| (I'm not insane. I’ll break the chains.)
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| And right in this moment I want to die.
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| And right in this moment I need to die.
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| And right in this moment you’ll see me die.
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| And right in this moment you watch me die.
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| Break the bread son of Seth,
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| Feed the prey, bless profane.
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| I’m not insane. |
| I’ll break the chains.
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| Another slave fading away. |