...welcome the wastelands
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We have been ending up by destroying our inner part
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Believing in nothing but our selfish suicidal art
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The corrsion that we built
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False romance to be willed
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Our life is filled with redemption and guilt
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We keep on trying to control each other's hand
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No matter what or if we drown we do not aim to understand
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The devil's advocate
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Is what we procreate
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So shut the fuck up (or) do you hesitate?
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Don't you ever feel?
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Life is a game and there is nothing about it to be real...
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The story has begun...
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It's a struggle to survive, an element full of lies,
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It's a war that can't be won
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...the permanent crackdown
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We want progression, in the same way devastation
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To maintain our own power, only others to devour
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Keep on fighting for freedom
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And killing for wisdom
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'cause we don't care if it's dead-end-run
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We love each other, don't fear murdering our own brother
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Just have eyes for our own interest and nevermind to re-infest
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Mankind's vicious circle
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The morbid world-recycle
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The downward spiral of the human guideline
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I will just lose myself somehow...
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Drown myself in regrets
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'cause you are the devils in disguise
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For someone I have bet
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I don't want to feel so real, feel so real again
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Just loose myself, just drown myself and silence will remain
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Permanent Crackdown
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Shadowcast |