Just Take a look at the blade in your hand.
It's
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The walls are closing in.
There seems to be no exit.
Everything
Turned me into someone else.
Made me act against my own
Turn off the city lights.
Paint the streets black.
This is the
Apathetic mass enslaved to machines that never sleep.
Blinded eyes –
Close your eyes and feel the touch of death.
The touch
[Instrumental]
A black dust is falling down to earth.
Unknown diseases resist
I was so high I did not recognize
The fire burning
I wanna watch it all come down.
Fade away, burn inside.
All
Starring at the white ceiling.
Being thrown back into the end
Forced into my own observations
Alone, bruised, with thoughts of revelation
Four
In the beginning it was only science
They started to analyze
Beneath the ashes, I search for evidence
I search for substance
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