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Stumbling my own steps in looking for
Safe consciousness within me
Free from the breathless insanity
Running or waiting I know where
I'm supposed to go
Even the places life doesn't show

But when trails tear apart
We must consider unconscious acts
The shadow inside us come criticize
All of the feelings meaninglessly stark

From the bottom of a sea of lies
Let go the bravery of a shattered soul
From the bottom of my blood red eyes
Let grow the icon, the curse is known

Defiant pieces of misery
Consumed in a lack of truth
Facts not affected in destiny
Images, symbols, inner conflicts
Strike against yourself
Ask for compassion is valueless