| The knife or the rope or the lemon, this brain and I.
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| The sight of the drop got me off the roof.
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| Hey, the garage looks cleaner when you look at it sideways, from high.
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| To finally admit we are born alone and that your only one’s got an only one of
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| their own.
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| We’ll get the right sun block for the nice explosions.
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| Oh, the king is dead.
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| To absolve the joy from me is to erase what made me a slave.
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| I’m a king to be.
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| I traded my life for art and the guilt is weighing down my arms.
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| Tell me again what a monster is, give me the words to describe.
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| Can you tell me what the use of endorphins is when my city dies at night?
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| Take away the sentence of house arrest and watch me ruin it right.
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| Put me in the back of an ambulance cause my city dies tonight.
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| I see the levity of every meeting of the minds.
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| I lie to myself.
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| It’s my right to do.
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| I’m separated like an elevator door for privacy from my eyes.
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| To finally admit we are born alone and that your only one’s got another robot
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| to take the throne.
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| Heartless of the world deny the king is dead.
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| Fuck, the king is dead.
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| Heartless with your burning eyes.
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| The king is dead.
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| Fuck, the king is dead.
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| To wade through the virus of your lies is to cheat through.
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| Death is only in my eyes.
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| And the sinking feeling came over me and it said, «never again, never again».
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| The king is dead.
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| Tell me again what a monster is cause my city dies tonight. |