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Construct... destruct... My eyes are no eyes, my pain is not pain These weary hours are my life, so check the score, it's... Six-nothing against empty-hearted, still certain of none Six-nothing against the hollow-souled Destruct... destruct... My sixes are none and none is all This black-dyed truth equals my life, must adapt to the illogical rules to survive Misunderstood the ambition, my nails so failed... Six-nothing against empty-hearted, still certain of none Six-nothing against the hollow-souled To endure or to escape? To leave... for something better? "Knee-deep in things I did or did not do, a conscious kill of all I've achieved" From Letras Mania