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Back in nature like we were ever near After the influence we advertised our lives Influence was the rejection which we still fear And if we were ever faced with it we'd imagine suicidal death by dull knives Back to reality, a connection to pain Which makes us question everything we love like we are insane Regretting ever feeling joy with eyes soaked in complaints We put the blame on lucifer to purify our thoughts and release the chains Back to me, for I gave you nothing Also known as the potential to have anything You close your eyes and dream of a better me But the worst me is the best me to be Back to us because we can't see the future