| Walking through this alley unknown
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| Alley of thorns and broken trees, alone
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| My face scratched from poisonous branches
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| My tired feet dragged me through puddles of leeches
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| Emptiness and hopelessness
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| Emptiness and hopelessness
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| Emptiness and hopelessness embroidered in my skin
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| A nebula of frustration spiraling around my head
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| Oblivious to where I go or where I’ve been
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| I can’t recall what brought me here
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| And when the quiet around me is getting real loud
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| I wonder, what is the sound of feeling?
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| I want to touch the core but there’s nothing inside
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| So what’s the poison that keeps me from leaving?
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| The answer is dancing, is dancing on the tip of my tongue
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| It penetrates my consciousness like a paralyzing dart
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| There’s no more balance, no more use in the symmetry
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| It’s cold and humid in this forgotten cemetery
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| And when the quiet around me is getting real loud
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| I wonder, what is the sound of feeling?
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| I want to touch the core but there’s nothing inside
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| So what’s the poison that keeps me from leaving?
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| Walking through this alley unknown
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| Alley of thorns and broken trees, alone
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| My face scratched from poisonous branches
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| My tired feet dragged me through puddles of leeches
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| Numb to the world
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| Numb to the world
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| Numb to the world
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| On my knees
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| I can’t feel
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| Numb to the world, I can’t feel pain or pleasure
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| I’m worthless on my knees, embracing my failure
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| With my fingertips I can feel the end of the rope
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| It’s soaked in frustration and lack of hope
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| My limbs are broken, my fever is high, so high
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| My stolen dreams are melting in the night, in the night
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| All that is left in this disordered mind
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| Is rage, rage for the dying light
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| Yeah, rage, rage for the dying light
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| Rage
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| The answer is dancing, is dancing on the tip of my tongue
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| It penetrates my consciousness like a paralyzing dart
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| No more use in the symmetry
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| It’s cold and humid in this forgotten cemetery |