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I try not to see, and not to hear
I try not to feel, and not to dream
To taste the fear of a past time

The streets are dark, I walk alone
I feel the frustration of a restless mind
I can't decide if I'm dead or alive
My memories are hunting me down

I try not to see, and not to hear
I try not to feel, and not to dream
To taste the fear of a past time

Now my time has come, it's time to pay
Pay my debts to the human race

I try not to see, and not to hear
I try not to feel, and not to dream
To taste the fear of a past time

My time has come to live the pain
To remind me how I used to be
How I used to take every soul
Every soul that I was looking for

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