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Things seem so detached, being, surreal I reach out to things in me head, but they are always so far away Why is my blood so hard to touch? What can my heart do that is so hard for me? So hard for me to believe What's so fucking hard to achieve? My eyes can do it They can shed Why can't I? Why can't I free what I don't deserve to have? Why can't I escape the prison that I know exists? And be the person I know I always wished I was Why do things I don't know about haunt me? Why can't I achieve? What can't people around me be? What is this noise inside my head? Can I be dreaming? Feeling, achieving Getting to the place I wish I were Not having to worry about getting back Being the absolute, being free Change being free Freedom having a price Giving all I have Feeling numb Persecution Deny that I exist Crime I can't live with That I always commit I must die That would be free Am I dead, can I be killed? How do you make me pay? Why do I feel so stretched? Why am I so happy about being sad? Why do I spread my tears every time I laugh? Why is my smile so hard to bear? Why am I the only person who can see through me? Why do I live with this? Why can't I leave? What's keeping me here? What can't I leave without? What do I need to take? Why do I have to stay behind? Why are the questions heavier than the answers? What weight don't I see? What is this thing, over and over? Why does repetition bind? What is this power I struggle to have? Why can't I hate? Hate Be Live to hate Change meaning? Live Why? * * * * * * * Breathe in the ashes of your master Be where you can be Before your death During your life Your making your time Before you lay Lay your dreams At your feet Move Be Step on your hopes Do it You know you can You know you have to Could things be what you make of them Retrieve Or do things make you be? What you want to be? What you'll never see? Believe? Dream or nightmare, or sign I left to come back Now I have lost my way Where are those stones? That I carefully lay? [Bit], 1997
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