First the climb
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Become the status
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Regained sight
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Undercontrolled
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On a directionless path
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One should be
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The quiet one who would not see
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Resemblance in self
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And all those spawned
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All in the same
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Suffering sadness
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Incredible truth
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Justice to this madness
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Remember, forget who you are
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Negative and bored
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And have given a little too much thought
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Here today, long gone yesterday
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Saw a million zombies like me
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Some of whom have entered the fray
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A man with nothing to lose
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Will kill quicker than a wolf
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Will tear your flesh
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And a man with all to gain
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He will do the same
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Now has easily passed the threshold
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We bleed
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Like the rest of you pigs
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We breed
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Fuck like the rest of you parasites
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We plead
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For an end
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The need
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For selfishness
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We bleed
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Ourselves instead
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Tortured
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Wondering whether
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The process of thinking
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Duplicates itself
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Mirrored by maniacal malicious intentions
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Carried out with ease
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We bleed
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A man with nothing to lose
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Has struck swifter than a snake
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Displays cold survival
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And a man with all to gain
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He has done the same
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But has never crossed the threshold
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Leap across the line
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Teeter back and forth
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On the brink
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Decide which path
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You take every hour
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We Bleed
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Cryptopsy |