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We bury the dead, but they're not forgotten

So how in the hell can we bury disease?

Plague of the mind, decay of the senses

This pestilence grips and then it oversees

Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be utter dismay

Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be bitter and gray

You're running against a hurricane mighty

Tie in your mouth and chills down your spine

This entity follow has no spatial boundaries

Are all my decisions decidedly mine?

Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be utter dismay

Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be bitter and gray

You're dragging the boulder with relentless determination

Grip on for dear life to the rope that's attached

Sometimes you've got to give those hands a break

Let the bastard roll off and be free from your grasp

Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be utter dismay

Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be bitter and gray

You're caught and divided, you're vanquished and conquered

You're much like a blind man who's crossing the road

It's okay to scream, to pine for assistance

If you're looking for aid, then you should make it known

Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be utter dismay

Life imitates art, they say, in which case art must be bitter and gray

Art imitates life, they say, in which case life must be utter dismay

Art imitates life, they say, in which case life must be bitter and gray

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