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Knowledge Kills
And as I crawl through the sewer of life, I feel the wall growing shards like a knife. No time to think as the suffering begins.
The icy hand holds me close to the edge. I feel the wind as I'm pushed off the ledge. I know my mind will forever be enslaved.
I don't really want to see. I don't... I don't really want to know. I don't...
Before the sun kills my life and my soul, I travel down to the depths of my hole. I feel the breath of the world begin to change.
I don't really want to see. I don't... I don't really want to know. I don't...
I take the mud and the sand and the dirt. Rip off my skin before I feel the hurt. I turn to you as I watch your face explode.
The more I know the more it kills me. The more I know the more it kills me. The more I know the more it kills me. The more I know the more it kills me...
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