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The world is not as it seems I've seen my life end a thousand times In someone else’s prognostic dream I have no name just a rank As my years from home towered My faith in humanity sank When I commit suicide can it be said I died in battle? I fear I am trivial The last of mine kind But I am not endangered because nobody cares I see the world for how it is Patterns, patterns within patterns repeated A once unstoppable force now crippled and defeated I do not morn or pity the dead I envy them they're better off in my head I'm the survivor but to what end? When I commit suicide can it be said I died in battle? My goldfish died, number three hundred and five He was all I had in the world, he was my world But I'll buy another bringing him back alive I don't miss my family I wasn't taught how It isn't my fault I am cold and shallow I've killed and saved I've reassured those who'll never be cured But when I'm dead I'll be called well behaved But I'm the light of the world just more depraved
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
Survivor
The world is not as it seems I've seen my life end a thousand times In someone else’s prognostic dream I have no name just a rank As my years from home towered My faith in humanity sank When I commit suicide can it be said I died in battle? I fear I am trivial The last of mine kind But I am not endangered because nobody cares I see the world for how it is Patterns, patterns within patterns repeated A once unstoppable force now crippled and defeated I do not morn or pity the dead I envy them they're better off in my head I'm the survivor but to what end? When I commit suicide can it be said I died in battle? My goldfish died, number three hundred and five He was all I had in the world, he was my world But I'll buy another bringing him back alive I don't miss my family I wasn't taught how It isn't my fault I am cold and shallow I've killed and saved I've reassured those who'll never be cured But when I'm dead I'll be called well behaved But I'm the light of the world just more depraved
Tyler-Cobain
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
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