| You think me a fool, looking down
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| But my mind’s eye alone can raze your towns
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| Your children see me as God above
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| I taught them that death is the ultimate love
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| Pain is not bad, it teaches you things
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| Welcome your darkness, it endows you with wings
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| I din’t put knives in your children’s hands
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| I taught your castaways to make their own stand
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| Piggies take shelter
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| Fire and strife
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| Helter Skelter
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| Black against white
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| You hate me and judge me
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| Revile and begrudge me
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| But you can’t deny that
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| Your shadow self loves me
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| I have no malice for you
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| I have no malice for you
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| From their birth as bastards
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| Alone and confused
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| But I knew better:
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| Even broken things serve a use
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| A father’s love and devotion I promised
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| Carnal and earthly delights
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| We rejected your meaning of normal
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| We refused to be right
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| I have X’d myself from your world
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| I’m iconic, psychotic, California state bird
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| I have no use for money, never lacked for girls
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| Sooner or later, my visions unfurl
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| Piggies take shelter
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| Fire and strife
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| Helter Skelter
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| Black against white
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| You hate me and judge me
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| Revile and begrudge me
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| But you can’t deny that
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| Your shadow self loves me |