Stressing the fracture
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Breathing brings pain
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Though infinity remains
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Strength is gone
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Provoke the confrontation
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Building strain burning combustion
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Everlasting stain
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Hunt begins, over time
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Inching closer the pray am I
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Then divide, circle low
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Into the system vultures go
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Lashing out at those who are pure
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You stare right through me
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The dull rusty edge
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That has become my mood
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You are sold you bought the mold
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And now your eyes see only
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The place you think I hold
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In the machine
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That owns your sold
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I defy your sunken mind
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To judge me by your own design
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Hypocrite laughter, averted gaze
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You drift through life in robotic
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Haze
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Breeding, slowly shaping
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Manipulating, twisted shape
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Conforms
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Now locked in motion of the blind
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When did they start
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To mold your thoughts
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Trained to be one of many
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When did you shut off
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Questions in your mind
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Betray yourself and fall in line
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Where status now dictates the rule
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Loss of all hope, failed source
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The hardened mold constricts
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What once was free
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Society's victim, you
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You choke on yours
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I'll choke on mine
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To your hypocru¡©sy you're blind
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Below the surface
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Who do you despide
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Your feeble self stripped of their lie
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Vulture
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