We all try to catch the beauty, in a world that's mouldering
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And we dream of tomorrow, anything to ease this pain
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Can you deal with the truth, can you deal with life itself
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Or will you hide behind, retouch the picture and play the game
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I try to see the real me, but there's someone else in here
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Open your eyes you coward, now it's time to confront yourself
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Take a look inside, go on just face the pain
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Can you deal with yourself, can you see what's really you?
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Or will you close your eyes, and hide behind another lie
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I'd like to see the real me. But I'm afraid to look inside
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I am fear, the lord of pain. I'll break you down, with my bare hands
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I'm your conscience, deep inside. I feed your mind, you're full of lies
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Plunge into oceans of hate restrained by, the anger you create
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Falling, from the stairs inside your mind, crawling helpless like a child
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When you try to see things clearly, shattered pictures erase your mind
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You hear voices on the inside, then your mind goes blank
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Trapped inside your inner self forced to see the truth
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There's no use to run cause the doors are closed
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No more excuses the truth you cannot bend
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It's hard to deal with life when you're used to pretend
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A psychotic mind erases and deconstructs to improve
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It'll leave you blinded with a hallucinating truth
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No more excuses the truth you cannot bend
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It's hard to deal wiht life when you're used to pretend
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If I'd only known the answer
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Life will be easier when you see who you are
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No more fear no more lies se the truth with new eyes
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Killer instinct you face the pain
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Nothing will ever stop you
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Killer instinct play the game
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New eyes no longer afraid
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You'll never hide again
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New eyes no longer blind
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We all try to catch the beauty...
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Skunk Hour
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| Ebony Tears |
