Trance

I know what I'm used to know.
 This is the nature we're built upon.
 The promise I'm letting go
 From times that our hearts would refuse to hold on.
 I used to hide where to take these chances
 And make them bleed away these veins.
 I used to fear their lasting whispers
 But innocence breaks as we choose to give in.
 The fear of walk through this counted seconds.
 Caught in this movement, this machine I cannot understand.
 The things I've lost begins to have new meanings.
 The path and why it hurts to walk I'll keep it to myself.
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 I know! I know! I know!
 This is the starting point, I know
 That it's ending will not have to do with rights or wrongs.
 At least that I choose to know!
 I'll know what I choose to know.
 I'll own what you choose to throw.
 I'll know what I choose to know.
 I'll choose my own!
 The fear to walk caught in the movement of this...
 Among the others, wounded beyond repair is how I lay.
 I'm blind, but you can't see that well yourself.
 The fear of what it is to come and what I cannot wait...