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Sifting through the ashes |
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With unsteady hands |
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Searching for the remnants |
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Of a broken man |
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A history of hollow lives |
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And low ideals |
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A backlog of wrongdoing |
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We never conceal |
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I Stand up |
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And walk away from the dross |
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Towards the doorway |
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Of our mutual and harrowing loss |
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The only way |
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I know To shake myself of this curse |
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Is to bring myself to something |
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That is measurably worse |
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I sought refuge in a house on fire |
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I took shelter in a wall of flame |
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I built a prison in my own subconscious |
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There's nothing else left |
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Nothing else left to blame. |
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Emerging from the wreckage |
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Of a life that once was |
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Confounded by the damage |
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My own psyche does |
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I bear the scars |
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Of an insufferable will |
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And the tyrannical reign it threatens to instill |
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Some seek control |
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By grabbing hold of their lives |
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In a futile attempt |
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To help themselves survive |
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I dig myself |
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Into a much deeper hole |
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Running from a fate |
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That I can never control |
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I sought refuge in a house on fire |
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I took shelter in a wall of flame |
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I built a prison in my own subconscious |
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There's nothing else left |
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Nothing else left to blame. |
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I woke up |
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In a column of ash |
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While the world came down |
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In a horrible crash |
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I was naive |
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For ever wanting this much |
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Using self-deception |
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As my only crutch |
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Footsteps diverge |
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From the path they once walked |
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Words are eclipsed |
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By the language they talked |
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Actions betrayed |
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By promises broken |
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Flames consume intentions |
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Best left unspoken |
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I sought refuge in a house on fire |
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I took shelter in a wall of flame |
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I built a prison in my own subconscious |
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There's nothing else left |
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Nothing else left to blame. |
