[Verse 1: Prozak]
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Our lives are all about chances and circumstances
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And hopes that it will advance us
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Maybe one day we can have the answers
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What is life, what is death, and what comes after that?
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And why do the call life a gift if it gets taken back
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So contradictive our existence to be specific
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The need to be prolific
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Superseeds our goal of coexistence
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It's kind of ironic fueled by grief of valued possesions
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And in the end we decompose back to nothing and sensless
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You'd figure by now we would get it, leave it, cease and desist it
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With every instance exhibit ignorance with persistance
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Would a creator take credit, creating all of us?
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Or would our God rather just refrain and remain anonymous
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[Hook: x2]
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To tired to move on, too far to turn back
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To late to right wrongs, you better move fast
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Proverbial sands fall through the hourglass
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As time becomes our emphasis nemesis as the hours pass
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[Verse 2: Prozak]
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While looking for the savior
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All alone we roam in the land of the haters
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Everybody wanna raid us, rape us
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Forsake us, tame us, man it's so heinous
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Acts of aggression, blasting the weapon
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Hey let me ask you a question, with a lack of affection
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Dissipate, eliminate, obliviate all in reflection
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Sink back to obscurity straight to the bottom of the depths
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In this mess of impurity
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Haters are insecurity
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Surely, purposely gotta stop prematurily
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Ain't nowhere to go I can't stop bellow
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When the flames burn high and your heart has froze cold
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Never really thought about the path you chose
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Left to die in misery alone
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You gotta make a change while you can
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Because time is flying and it waits for no man
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Keep soul control of your whole life span
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And it holds the roll of Psalms in it's right hand
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Try to make amends make it right with friends
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Make use of the time you spend
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And never look back at the past again
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Can you get your soul back, well it just depends
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[Hook: x2]
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To tired to move on, too far to turn back
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To late to right wrongs, you better move fast
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Proverbial sands fall through the hourglass
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As time becomes our emphasis nemesis as the hours pass
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[Outro/Verse 3: Prozak]
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Everything as we know it is merely perception
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Even time the adventure of life synthetic invention
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There are those that wander in search of direction
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Aimlessly seeking divine intervention
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Perhaps one day, they will make the most profound connection
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That what matters most in this world is our intention
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Born into a specific place in mankind
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Positive or negative energy
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The only thing we'll leave behind
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[Hook]
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Turn Back
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