It comes to me these nights
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In half-conscious-state visions
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Staring at the lens the one ever staring at me
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It can matter not to them
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When toilers fall in the night
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One less wretch to watch I am a stress reliever to them
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Even in rebellion, I am still a slave
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They do not come because they do not care
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Vision is Knowledge and Knowledge is Power
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The God-Eye sees all and does nothing
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A rogue with unwashable bloody hands
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Destruction staving off the serene
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Exhaustion returns with no sleep again
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Madness taking hold
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Never knowing when they'll come
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Or what discipline they will deal
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Frustration carving up my thoughts
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Madness takes hold
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Impossible to evade the lens
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I hate this world more than myself
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Before I fall, others must suffer
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Can the other side be seen?
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If it can, I must be the witness
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To spy on the spies with my own eyes
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Starting to hear voices
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Quiet commands, Unveiling, Unraveling, Plotting Extinction
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Veiled Last Of Judgement
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| Axis Of Advance |
