As I walk the streets I feel no pain
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There is no love or hate, can't see no certain state I'm in
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And a fog has laid itself on my heart
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Like this misty morning as this cloudy day begins
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Still I wonder should I be afraid
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About what's happening and how long has it been - don't know
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Why did come this shadow in my head
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Like I have lost my soul, like I'm alive but dead
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As I walk the streets I feel no fear
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Although I notice that there is no feeling anymore
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And I try to send my mind back to the times
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When I was able to live something to the core
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Dark, dark as the grave, my heart is dead
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I'm just a slave to what they've said (this decay)
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Still I'm alive but I feel dead
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Dark, dark as the grave, my heart is dead
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I'm just a slave to when you call (my disease)
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Still I'm alive but I must be dead
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Alive but dead
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Can't fill my head
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Darkness, there's darkness everywhere
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You gotta help me out of here
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I don't want to stay alive without the capability to feel
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Alive But Dead
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| Rage |
