| Now it’s always been a riddle
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| Misanthrope, you always pursued a valid reason
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| You know, to be wrong with a reason — You are what you are
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| But your ever present subliminal self bends the black — You sleep so tight
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| but dreamless — Facing forward — Dawn’s edge, the supplement to destiny’s ender
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| You smother all the words you have never said, with a mouth filled with empathy
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| Words can be an enemy — you can never say you’re sorry ‘cause you’re a pretender
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| Unpretend — Fall from grace — unconcealed — Just a phase — Summer’s bruise —
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| Turn a wrench
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| Bottled thoughts — Blind eye stare — Look out of the window
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| You stare in the face of a widow — Drink up, like a lover — You recreate all
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| that’s over
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| The turn of the tide — You’re used up — Just take it like a man,
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| All you must do is confess
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| The truth is a knife — You are but one — One Straight answer
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| What is it? |
| Sculpture of an obsession — A sound so profound it sings you back
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| to hell — The system’s architecture
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| frames the antidote’s gift — Winter — summer cycle moves erratic,
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| follow me Aphrodite
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| Faithless — The one broken — The one who can bend a spoon with his will — Bow
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| down — Here’s my antidote
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| Priceless honest reaction (come on, come on
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| ) Take it, take it, more
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| Just another day in the rain, and a sure shot inside the game — Walk the dead
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| man directly to his grave
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| Without mourning, without nothing — Be the same
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| Divide by numbers, all uncovered
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| Narrowed down from three to none my brother
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| And the nearest beacon cries «I'm sober»
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| But the truth remain unspoken
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| Cynic without anger
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| And a lover without passion
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| And a fighter with a complex
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| Worship your own cancer
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| And a lesson without meaning
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| It a lesson for the feeble
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| Branded by all-in-one frights
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| Antagonist, become my downfall
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| I’m just a man and I can’t grasp it all |