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Restless Mind

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I try not to see, and not to hear 
I try not to feel, and not to dream 
To taste the fear of a past time 

The streets are dark, I walk alone 
I feel the frustration of a restless mind 
I can't decide if I'm dead or alive 
My memories are hunting me down 

I try not to see, and not to hear 
I try not to feel, and not to dream 
To taste the fear of a past time 

Now my time has come, it's time to pay 
Pay my debts to the human race 

I try not to see, and not to hear 
I try not to feel, and not to dream 
To taste the fear of a past time 

My time has come to live the pain 
To remind me how I used to be 
How I used to take every soul 
Every soul that I was looking for