| I rose from this futile recovery
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| And frames have flashed in front of me
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| That I have dared to dauntlessly link together
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| They’re still haunting me
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| The things I’ve seen
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| Reflect the faces of myself that I’ll always keep
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| And the darkest corners of dream
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| Locked away beneath the sleep
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| But still it grows
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| I can feel it cutting into the heart of my whole
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| There’s so much I still don’t know
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| Will it replace the me that wakes
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| Will it take control away
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| Is this shadow here to stay
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| On the other side of this wall that I have build to stem the tide
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| There stands another me
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| I’ve often seen through his eyes
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| His work would leave you breathless
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| It eats me up inside
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| I don’t recognize the man underneath
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| He wears the face that’s so familiar
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| And I can feel him cover every inch of me
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| I’m afraid of giving into it and the horror to come
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| And as these heavy eyes begin to close
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| This pervasive image shows
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| A killer with my hands
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| And as his blood runs cold he
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| Takes the stranger by the throat
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| And the hardest part has been defining the divide
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| Where do I decide to draw the line
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| Between the me that I want to be
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| And this monster of whom I still dream
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| Take what you’ve heard as a warning shot
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| Who can say what I am not
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| Can you tell me what I’m capable of
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| Cut them apart and the nightmare stops
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| Will I ever know this peace?
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| This will never end as long as I breath
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| Am I just a hopeless host?
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| Am I a slave to this sleepless ghost?
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| And will I lose what matters most to me
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| Most to me
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| What have I yet to become
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| Have I yet to become
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| What have I yet to become
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| What I have yet to become
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| What have I yet to become
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| Have I yet to become
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| What have I yet to become
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| What I have yet to become
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| I don’t recognize the man underneath
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| He wears the face that’s so familiar
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| And I can feel him cover every inch of me
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| I’m afraid of giving into it and the horror to come
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| I don’t recognize the man underneath
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| He wears the face that’s so familiar
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| And I can feel him cover every inch of me
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| I’m afraid of giving into it and the horror to come |