Caught in the mundane. The day to day, it traps us so
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Tightly. Escape the cubicle cell enslaving time of the
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Resident slave. Just another clone stamped in the
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System who cannot think for yourself.
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It's raining pens and staples on the prisoner
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Questioning our real purpose. Bury your sense of worth
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Beneath the desk you call your home.
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Consistent overflowing with no way out. Now you're
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Always entertaining thoughts meandering. Ambition
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Slowly rolling, steady, downhill. A puppet never
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Disobeying the strings attached from hands to toes.
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From head to fucking toes.
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And it's the thrill of life that enables us to flow. Locked
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In the spirit's line, souls entwine, to journey on as one.
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I guess it's the fear of all that keeps us on the road.
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Locked in the spirit's line, souls entwine, to journey on as one.
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Behold our creation... A walking dead. Step back and
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Realize what you are fed. Escape the mortal mentality.
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It's a lesson that can't be ignored for long. My
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Destination lies within the song.
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Blistering reality. Imagining a world in limelight. Never
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Will it be out of my reach. I've heard the lies a million
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Times, but did it ever steal from my soul? Bleeding from
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The lungs, I see, a life complete above the darkest hole.
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And it's the thrill of life that enables us to flow. Locked
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In the spirit's line, souls entwine, to journey on as one.
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A world so masochistic. Envious, broken system. The
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Infant braving infested waters, collecting prominent
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Rage. Torment in reality, for I leave it.
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Have A Blast
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