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I'm born to division, envision my pride Tormented by panic and all which I hide Bereft through my senses, I'm struck as I run With demons as captors; my loss is their fun Embittered by sorrow, I don't see what's next: I'm vexed by dissension, but hide in my text You're king of our heartache with little to show Engulfed in our sorrow; it's all which you know You're feigning completion, and losing your mind A slave to your culture; you're petty and blind In time, you are caught by the traps which you set There's much to remember, but more to forget We cling to the fleeting, and dawn a disguise We're sullen and feckless; we're trapped by our lies Amidst our ambition, we run for the door We gave up, in silence, while searching for more Tormented by Reason: we don't feel the same We play with our heartstrings as if it's a game...