Opportunity rears as the night casts the shadows to chafe the day
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Aniticipating the ease to plot his ways
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Willing to instigate injustice and drink the grapes
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And illustrate the character found born to fate
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Drive the knife in deep to try to penetrate
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As I convulse rendered numb from my state
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Hands are tied my mind is fried
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Shatter my comfort resulting control denied
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Your intention's no secret in my absence
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And the nightmares concur with the flashbacks
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The scene is set for confusion the conflict oppresses
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Deceptions a fruit of your wrong guesses
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Begging to plant your seed
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Begging to manifest death
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Begging to plant your seed
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Begging to violate
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Rest with your eyes half open
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And cringe at the thought of the face who blindsides
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to thwart your case With no escape from the justice prevailing
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The winds of death now die without failing
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To beg and plead to find a way to feed themselves
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Of old habits resurrected and bare
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Your lies lack evidence
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You think twice about precedence
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Reality's gagged by the forces that force the gate
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And I'm reminded that I'm the one to hate
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Begging to plant your seed
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Begging to manifest death
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Begging to plant your seed
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Begging to violate
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As I sort through my infinite mishaps I see how small I remain
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The illusion has faded And what's left is a searing pain
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Disappointment throbs with each breath that divides my path from the things
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I've sown And I'm left broken As I search for home
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Pierce straight past the addage the cliches of fools
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That fool themselves by the games that pass the days
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Home is not a residence to hang your costume
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Or check your face for the spoon
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But home is your mind set But home is your heartrest
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Numb
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Project 86 |