Turn your head and look away, people dying everydayYour decision
Wasting days with the games that he playsSomething is just
Darkness, trapped, building up controlBecoming a victim of your own
As lifeless as the midnight airInto the eyes of the
A person thought to be one's own -- it's a
Cries of joy, a helpless causeMemories lost, insanityGuilty mind, innocent
From nowhere at all what can it beUnstoppable power grabs
Can't hold back, must let goAdrenalin search, arteries burst and
Did he have any disciplineAnd did he get to school
Break through depression from insideLost hope seems to be a
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