Someone was here before me and they took the possibility away
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And without any control or freedom the elements were laid down in this way
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And so my mind is slowly devoured by the ideas to which it subscribes
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And in the end I'm left with nothing except the memory of believing my own lies
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And where are you now, my most unfortunate lie
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The light shows my face in the mirror and my hand as it reaches to touch
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The evidence of pain and delusion and a mind which was never clear enough
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I saw the sun rise in an ancient desert where this moment was first foretold
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And the black water was thick as blood and my hands they were full of gold
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And where are you now, the most lethal, all consuming lie I ever told
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Where are you now, my unfortunate, irreversible lie
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The Most Unfortunate Lie
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