| Treated like a clock-work-toy without a soul
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| Or a spark of the right to exist
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| Cherished like the sunrise
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| Punished like a hound dog
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| You don’t have to play innocent
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| All of your kind took my peace from me
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| And let me drown in my morass of hate
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| But it is not my fault, that I answer in anger
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| When you say there is no choice
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| Spare me from your truth
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| And shield me from the way of the world
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| Oh, It seems, I deserve this fate
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| If life is all about the path that you forced me to go
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| I will bear all burdens of my choice
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| Born into this world and convicted from the start
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| For ill deeds, that I’ve never done
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| Tossed into the clockwork
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| Torn up by the gear-wheels
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| You forgot to leave a way out
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| I’ve never intended to treat you as cruelly
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| As you try to chain me this way
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| What Is it, I have done, that the world ejected me?
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| Revenge for an asserted sin?
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| Spare me from your truth
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| And shield me from the way of the world
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| Oh, It seems, I deserve this fate
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| If life is all about the path that you forced me to go
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| I will bear all burdens of my choice
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| Ungrateful and insolent
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| Spit on me, as long as you can
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| Glances terrify my mind
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| Drag me to the edge of dispair
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| Spare me from your truth
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| And shield me from the way of the world
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| Oh, It seems, I deserve this fate
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| If life is all about the path that you forced me to go
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| I will bear all burdens of my choice |