| the havoc in reign
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| the salt on injury
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| constant struggle in loss of gravity
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| mayhem controlled the knife twisting
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| in a steady battle exiting dignity
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| delusion in tenure prevailing gospel
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| continual labors burning our hours
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| the lapse of reason for whatever the reason
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| ceaseless confusion holding our power
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| do you know where we are going
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| I’m lost to where we are
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| the symmetry of natural disaster
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| is curbed to bleeding through the cracks
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| to fix in your words
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| and it perverse to natural birth
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| as i.d. |
| thefts inherit the earth
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| the current in motion pulling below us do you know where we are going
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| I’m lost to where we are
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| do you feel tied to living,
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| on the far side of your control
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| the end of america is fixed in the merge
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| the end of america is fixed in numbers
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| do you know where we are going
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| I’m lost to where we are
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| do you feel tied to living,
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| on the far side of your control |