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The path I set out on a turn
when the axis
This is not the life I
What's done is
The crime is
Now the beast has home to roost
He with blood on his hands
in the trap of meeting
the of supply and reprimand

My is boiling.

I feel my own skin
I can see it crawling
Can't expose all sins
But I can see falling down.
There's no escape from building
The pressure has been refitted
A lost in constant revision
A storm that's never abated
You can't know enough too much
The is decimated
Too far now to reverse my course and be subjugated

And my blood boiling.

is a labour of hate.
This is how I to survive
The only way I know to
The road is hard and the is high
But I was for this,
My of hate.