| In this solemn field of silence
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| I can barely feel the pain
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| Blind and deaf to all the violence
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| And I always felt this way
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| La
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| La
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| La
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| La
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| On the wind a smell of misery
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| Fear and death perfume the air
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| It begins again in mystery
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| And I always end up there
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| Always unsuspecting
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| So easy to lure them away from
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| All the angels within
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| I am running from something I’m becoming
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| Unstoppable
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| And I’m coming from the something that I’m running from
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| Becoming one
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| Always running
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| Like something might be coming
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| To follow me
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| And I’m running from the something that I’m coming from
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| Becoming one
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| I am letting go of all I know
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| From this buried well of consciousness
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| I can barely hear the rain
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| Everyone becomes anonymous
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| All their faces seem the same
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| Always unrelenting
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| Descending into our nightmare
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| From this twisted fantasy
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| Falling far away from
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| The beauty of annihilation
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| Do the faceless face fear
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| I am running from something I’m becoming
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| Unstoppable
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| And I’m coming from the something that I’m running from
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| Becoming one
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| Always running
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| Like something might be coming
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| To follow me
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| And I’m running from the something that I’m coming from
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| Becoming one
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| I’ve become
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| Something they all run from
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| I want you to be gone
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| But I know you’ve just begun
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| Why am i numb
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| To everything I have done
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| There’s no going back for me
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| Becoming has taken its toll on me
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| I am running from something I’m becoming
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| Unstoppable
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| And I’m coming from the something that I’m running from
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| Becoming one
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| Always running
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| Like something might be coming
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| To follow me
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| And I’m running from the something that I’m coming from
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| Becoming one
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| I am running from the other ones
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| And the other ones I’m running from
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| And becoming one means I’m running from
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| All I am |