LYRIC

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This time I think I’m in over my head, the shadows I cast seem to be always ahead
A wrong man in the wrong place, destined to be cast-away
My marks leave no trace, lucid portray
Beaten to the ground, hopeless and bound
Words without voice, when my voice makes no sound
End me before I start, a new beginning
Maybe I’ll wake up, see I was dreaming

Feels like I’m drowning, in this affliction
All in submission, human condition
Beg for departure, end of perdition
From contrition, lack of volition

So go on, call me a fool
Naught for the weak, I know the rule
Take it all away from me, I don’t belong
Morrow and more, belong to the strong

Feels like I’m drowning, in this affliction
All in submission, human condition
Beg for departure, end of perdition
From contrition, lack of volition

Take it all away from me, I don’t belong
Morrow and more, belong to the strong
Maybe we’ll find someday so far away that the truth lies somewhere between faith, belief and unknown

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