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Tytuł: Silent Acquiescence Of Millions

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  Always feeling so uncomfortable, and the situation tends to be predictable
  Hope slips through trained fingers, It's how it's always been
  I can't seem to tear myself away, been living in the past with my mistakes
  But I always find a way to numb the tension, bury thoughts alone
  Under the skin to hide the damage done to my defense
  Senses dulled then cracked, I concede that maybe
  I'm unsure of just what it takes to frustrate and dismantle apathy
  Rain, wash away the temptations before I let them get the best of me
  Yesterday's accomplishments, replaced by tomorrow's burdens
  A never ending cycle begins, so diseased and looking for a means to an end
  I found nothings solid anymore, all that's left is try and I confess that maybe
  I'm unsure of just what it takes to frustrate and dismantle apathy
  Rain, wash away the temptations before I let them get the best of me
  Designed and developed inside of my lungs, on the tip of my fucking tongue
  But no one ever gets the point
  That life is always about to fall to pieces, just something beautiful that's about to get
  wrecked
  But no one wants to feel at all
  Because we've made ourselves so numb, but I want to feel something
  I won't ever live that way again, somewhere along the line I lost feeling
  And I lost control, But then I lost strength and completely lost hope
  When our lives are consumed by society's fumes,
  We punch our time clocks and watch the ignorance bloom
  And how strange that we all feel the same, and how strange that no one dares complain
  See I'm always turning backwards and forwards again retracing my steps to the bitter cold end
  Rewind the tape and let me see exactly where it went wrong, indulge in our pasts strong
  And how strange that we all feel the same, and how strange that no one complains
  Designed and developed inside of my lungs on the tip of my fucking tongue
  But no one ever gets the point
  That life is always about to fall to pieces something beautiful that's about to get wrecked
  But no one wants to feel at all
  Because we made ourselves so numb, don't you want to feel something