| Imagination is the curse of every liar
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| Alleviation as we crawl on through the mire
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| And everyone will say you’re crazy
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| Spending all your time being oh so lazy
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| Corruption is the plane to take you higher
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| Medication is the key to hallucination
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| The only saving grace we have is amputation
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| And who decides what we call sinning
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| Losing everything just to show we’re winning
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| The rising of the poor is the salutation
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| Black hearts, on fire
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| With terminal spirit disease
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| False hope, expires
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| Bringing the world to its knees
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| Strychnine desire
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| Open the wound to release
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| Black hearts, on fire
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| With terminal spirit disease
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| Black hearts, on fire
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| With terminal spirit disease
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| False hope, expires
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| Bringing the world to its knees
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| Strychnine desire
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| Open the wound to release
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| Black hearts, on fire
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| With terminal spirit disease
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| Twisted visions
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| Burning deep in the back of my head
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| Tainted dosage
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| I don’t remember what the doctor said
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| Numbing feeling
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| Stripping the flesh from my old shattered bones
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| Sleepless dreaming
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| Never before have I felt so alone |