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Cry in sight, my mind, I cannot feel - Crawling, into obscurity forever - Reaching to that knowledge, always new - Made to be it, withering cry - When will we die? - We have been searching for answers - Lies, rotting, blind - Sinister dies corrupted, right! - Crawling blind through the gates - Marching around the bench alive - Your so-called paradise is rotting - Humans don't need good reasons - Its greed I suppose, if not curiosity - Were all trapped inside our shells; no more lies - It's not because we're blind - Inside my mind, when I feel - Rotting, I don'