| Quests and questions
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| Heretic emotions, the driving force
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| The source of course, supports the foundation
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| It seems it’s a near miss and replaces uniqueness
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| A patient patient is need of assistance
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| He’s right there and he’s on his knees
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| Yes, he’s right there and he looks like me
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| As he’s begging and pleading
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| He’s wanting and needing a perfect picture that is ever fleeting
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| A new temptation. |
| I lack ambition
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| Did you get the impression that I meant everything that I said?
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| My intentions are changing now (whose side are you on?)
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| My direction is changing now (Whose side are you on?)
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| My foundations are breaking. |
| I’m breaking. |
| I’ll start again
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| Close your eyes in an act of tradition
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| Bow your head, a gesture of submission
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| The truth can’t hurt us, yet seems to allude us
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| I won’t bow so you call me a judas
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| I’m right here and I’m on my feet
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| Yes, they’re right here standing next to me
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| Condemned to a likeness, the ones who won’t be missed, accepting me
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| Casualties of the darkness
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| My motivation has gone away
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| I’ve met temptation, he knows my name
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| And when you question my intentions you find I’m fueled by aggression
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| I warn you, mind your direction or find you’re looking in the face of patrons
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| A mass cessation occurred today
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| All common boundaries will fade away
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| We’ll fade away
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| No compensation for the ones we’ve lost
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| It’s part of the equation. |
| No justice. |
| One law
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| Accounted loss is a flaw in the system
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| A human nation divided by text and denomination
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| I wash my hands of this |