Letra Looks Like Yoda de Parkway Drive

In a world of devoid of emancipation
Like leaves too many question marks

On my conscience, why?
Why look up
The ground is so much more pleasing
And it's where these eyes belong

I renounce, I renounce myself
What I have become is not
What I wish to be
Break my neck

I've become too accustomed to hopes
Hope's cruel grasp

Progression or regression
It all ends the same
In a world devoid, emotionless

In a life such as this
Only death is certain
So why wait
Break my heart, cut my throat

When everything has ended
What have we accomplished
Slaves by design (4x)
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Break my neck