| It has been told a thousand times
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| Never question the reasons and continue walking blind
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| Towards a life with no meaning
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| A life you will live in decline
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| Direction nowhere but smiling and trying to stay away from winding roads
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| Go on like this far from reason
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| Go on like this it’s gonna be a long way home
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| But nothing can be unexpected if you know your tomorrow today
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| And nothing can be mysterious if you know that things won’t change
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| Self inflicted suffocation
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| In a room with no air
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| You took your last breath today
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| Just to realize that nobody cares
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| And now suffocate
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| This is your self inflicted suffocation
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| Our pain will be purification
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| Self chosen unconsciousness is ticking on your wrist and swinging
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| Around your neck
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| Inch by inch
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| you shove it down your own throat
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| (shove it down your own throat)
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| Hands that keep searching for the last pieces of life
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| Sklaven der lüge findet euren sinn im tod
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| Ensnared in bitter failures
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| you are creating a fake shroud
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| To bury your childhood hopes, they died today
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| But nothing can be unexpected if you know your tomorrow today
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| And nothing can be mysterious if you know that things won’t change
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| Self inflicted suffocation
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| In a room with no air
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| You took your last breath today
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| Just to realize that nobody cares
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| And now suffocate
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| This is your self inflicted suffocation
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| Our pain will be purification
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| Self chosen unconsciousness is ticking on your wrist and swinging
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| Around your neck
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| Inch by inch
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| You shove it down your own throat
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| (shove it down your own throat)
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| Hands that keep searching for the last pieces of life
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| Are not in control anymore
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| Have never been one way man made malicious agitation
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| Pure hate towards one’s former self |