| Simplified, she is once trampled
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| It will survive, not a question
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| Inside from time to time to time
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| Shit matters, what’s the matter
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| Leaves of color leaves the system
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| Cold and plastic, never you mind
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| This communion, only to drift away in vein…
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| Divide, divide, divide
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| Among the hive
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| Survive, my God, survive
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| And cut across the land
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| With sharper knives
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| Kiss this chameleon skin
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| Dig it, love it, suck it in
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| Fact or fiction, it is clear
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| You soon become
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| What you fear
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| Polishing facial muscles clay
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| Splicing tomorrow blood today
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| Peeling the painted surface down
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| Rebuild the frown, rebuild
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| Tickle finger, cripple the birds of prey
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| Pray it don’t decay
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| Washing the lines of sacrifice
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| Yourself, despite your selfish manners
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| Chameleon skin, begin again…
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| Suck up all the juice you can
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| Suck up all the pain you can
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| Suck up all the juice you can
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| Suck up everything I am
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| Chameleon skin, beloved affection
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| Turn out from within, now she’s this infection |