Relent to your useless devices
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Retreat, your last line of defense
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Regress to the hollow relationships that shield you from yourself
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Relent to your fortress of skin
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Retreat, anything to distract
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Regress to your hands as they cover your eyes
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But you can't help but peek through the cracks
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Cold, hard dread swelling into parallels
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To everything you ever said you'd repel
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Once with a glimpse now
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Second your guess it's
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Tough to admit and admit and admit that
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Your fate's still undecided
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Return
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Return
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Return
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Relent, to the terror that distances you
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Retreat, to the habitual grins
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Regress to the deception, so quiet and tame
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Once was transformed, now exactly the same
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Remember when you nearly plunged into embrace?
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But instead you've chosen to keep it all at bay
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Return to yourself.
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Subject To Change
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| Project 86 |
