You're twenty-five and you're barely alive
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Blood's still running through your body
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but your spirit's long since died
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You've trained yourself to keep your distance
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In the sand you've drawn your line
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So afraid of people's expectations
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In constant battle with your mind
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You have become what you hate the most
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An apathetic old man with a grudge
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Succumbing to life's pressures without fight
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Why do you stay here?
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Because your fucking pride has buried you alive
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in this debris of shit blown out of proportion
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in your maladjusted mind
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You think that you're so fucking different
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But you just tow the same old lines
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Leading to this sicking ship
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Living in constant fear of time
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Opportunity arises and you don't care
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You project an image of no hope
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But I've looked into your
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eyes and seen it there
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You'd love to smash this
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world that's put
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you in the state you're in
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twenty-five
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It's your life
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But still you try to deny
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Everything you feel inside
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It's time to cut their fucking line
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Twenty-Five
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| Witch Hunt |
