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May 2013
We're just connecting the dots of past encounters,
hanging on to what you know
and what's become far too familiar over time.
We include one another in our stagnancy and time may as well stand still.

We're all servants to a master bent on our destruction,
we bow our heads and say "jump how high?"
This isn't a right, it's a responsibility.

I'm just a sheep, but I've got a little fight in me.
A tired dog, but I've still got some bite in me.

So here's to the degradation of the pride we'd built
Do they only stand by ignorance? Is that their happy state,
The proof of their obedience and their faith?

I swear to God this is a comedy.
The cruelest joke I've never told,
but in my head, it never gets old.

We allow the crimes against ourselves,
so how can we complain?
We're the source of our own pain, so even though
I've found a place to rest my head,
I still can't sleep.
I still can't sleep at night.
The delusions are setting in,
but I still can't sleep at night.
No dreams will come, I lay and weep
I still can't sleep, I still can't sleep...
Written by
Adam Oltrop  Canada
(Canada)   
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   Nick Durbin
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