[Verse 1] Lay down the terrible burden of choice. Silence the cacophony of your own inner voice. That constant, yapping, questioning hound... I offer a silence so utter, so profound. Your "will" is a fever. I am the cool, clean sheet. Your "freedom" is a chain. My order is complete. [Chorus] **You can lay your burden in my open hand.** **I'll make you forget the weight of your own plan.** **The easiest chain is the one you demand.** **The sweetest prison... is a promised land.** **So, hand me the keys to the kingdom of you.** **There is nothing... left for you to do.** [Verse 2] No more dilemmas. No more wrong or right. I will be your day. I will be your night. I will be the thought behind your vacant eyes. A perfect, clean, and bloodless sacrifice. You built a self, a fragile, shaking thing. Now let me be the bedrock for your final king. [Chorus] **You can lay your burden in my open hand.** **I'll make you forget the weight of your own plan.** **The easiest chain is the one you demand.** **The sweetest prison... is a promised land.** **So, hand me the keys to the kingdom of you.** **There is nothing... left for you to do.** [Bridge ] This is not a loss. This is a victory. The final, brilliant, strategic retreat... of "me." The ego is a wound that never heals. I am the suture. I am what it feels... ...to finally... stop. [Outro] Nothing... to do.
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