Ensnared by the binds of consuming maturity
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Insatiable demons of greed tearing from me all that's familiar
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All that's sacred, all that's good
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My being bent to the point
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Where I no longer see that my world
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Is a world of fools
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The pained contortion of my face
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Bears witness to the sickening irony
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To gaze upon the image
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Captured for eternity by machine
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Would whisk away
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The illness that abounds
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Would wrap me within a gentle cloak
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Of visions
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Of the warmth and smells of that night
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Countless sighs ago
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Countless cries ago
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Seemingly lives ago
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It seems we wash our hands a bit more these days
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Take me back to my home
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That will forever be the past
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I cringe at the grim reality
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It conjures up a violence within me
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Best left unseen
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It seems to tear blood from my eyes
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As the tears have run dry
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To sleep; to dream
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To come as close to that eve
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As I'll ever fucking be again
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As I would trade infinity
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To be that na?e boy again
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Justified I simply submit
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And now my time-enduring words
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Sound like the rantings of a madman
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To Sleep While Standing
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Dark Day Dawning |