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Lyrics:
All I have return to me, the quiet little symphony
Of voices telling me I need to throw my hands up
All I want is symmetry between what I have and what I need
Just the blissful opportunity to turn my mind off

Who took my place?
Cause I don't recognize this face of mine

It's the disillusion of the lie that I created
It's my growing inability to give you everything you need
It's measured in the weakness of my spine

All I am is all you see
The bastard son of human greed
Trying to fill my endless needs
But time runs out when time runs out
All I am is all you see
A slave to ideology
A voice of reason always screaming
Time runs out when time runs out

It's the disillusion of the lie that I created
It's my growing inability to give you everything you need
It's measured by my weakness
It's my growing inability to comprehend that human needs
Are measured in the weakness of our spines