He watched himself as a living dead
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Trapped inside a prison of dread
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Nothing arrives, nothing disappears
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Drowned in lunacy, misery and fear
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In a vacuum of wasted time
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Chained to his fate life, is his crime
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Nobody would care if he died
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He's a ghost desolated from pride
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Run by a culture of anxiety
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A person of senseless misery
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His life will slowly cease
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Disappearing with a breeze
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The shadow has control
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A tiny thread him holds
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Misery
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Misery
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Misery
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Misery
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Now
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Haunted by indifference to life
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Looks into the mirror choked by the sight
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Cosmic torture the world is in a blur
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Drowned in lunacy, misery and fear
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In a vacuum of wasted time
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Chained to his fate life, is his crime
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Nobody would care if he died
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He's a ghost desolated from pride
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Run by a culture of anxiety
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A person of senseless misery
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Mr Tumours Misery
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| Cadaver |
