I feel like something has come to take me away
I feel like something has done away with me
I am your victim
Feels like you're using me as prey
Lights getting dim
Feels like your're causing me to pay
Patience, conscience
Slowly slip in sin
I can't handle
Living freely in manufactured lives
I can't handle
My face has been moulded by defeat
I can't handle
More lies breeding hatred in disguise
Maybe if I cared then you would sense my grief
I'm so washed over that nothing penetrates
Can't cut the strings
Feels like I'm rotting at the core
Stepped out of rhythm
And now it's causing me to pay
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