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作词 : Dustin Bates |
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作曲 : Dustin Bates/Paul Trust |
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This place is a desert for the mind |
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Void of emotion and barren of thought |
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No real thought at least |
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It's no surprise |
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Most minds here have long since atrophied from lack of use |
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It waited flatlined for the next rushing jolt of synthetic stimulation |
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The real world can't compare |
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Even if it were allowed to |
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Contemplating, the real world leads to seeing the world for what it is: A prison |
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A cell for the mind, body and soul |
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All my life I've been a prisoner |
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Cowering at the idea that I might be capable of unique thought |
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Terrified of what my only instincts might lead to |
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So how could I blame them? |
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But it hasn't always been this way |
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I've heard rumours |
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Filtered, distant, faded |
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I seek to know the truth |
