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are we the dead shuffling faceless
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an aimless mass of corpses awaiting a not so distant end
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numb to pleasure numb to pain
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overwhelmed by our surroundings and the traps
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we have laid?
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to protect innocence from arrogance
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we carve this skin of stone
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and as the weights of caste and character layer
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with the years
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we drown at the convergence
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of rivers poisoned by this world
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each moment i let slip by
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every feeling i sacrifice
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the emotions which i deny
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drag me down into the depths
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An Awakening
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| Trial |
