I Haven't Heard a Word I've Said

The right of callous goes to malice and molders in the grave
 You seem to witness inner fitness, leaves without a trace
 To turn about inside the outer layer that we save
 Becomes apparent when we wear it, such beauty that you gave
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 You hypnotize my bloodshot eyes, the nightlife's latest craze
 They twist, and shouts, and jump about, our memory isn't fazed
 By documenters recent assent into the freakish phase
 Remember that we are the purpose of the human race
 And oh, so slowly, turn to show me where our points are shaved
 To them that simply sees us empty, but for not our amber waves of sin
 A dialog is half created out of our own words
 We like the texture and pretend that this we haven't heard
 It's up to here in cruel defense, another loss is cruel
 But somehow with the help of pills, I remain a pillar of calm
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 Let's guess the number of regrets a good life will acquire
 There seems to be some small discrepancy between the truth and a lie
 But somehow we should work around the better half of dead
 Wake up, wake up, my little one, my little sleepy head