| Hypernosis, learn to see
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| Life and death from fantasy
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| It’s you your mind is reflecting now
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| Hypernosis, this is it
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| The colour doesn’t seem to fit
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| But it’s you, oh you better believe it’s you
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| Hypernosis, every dream
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| Is caught within your thoughtmachine
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| And it’s cruel to see how confused you are
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| When hypernosis comes to end
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| There’s no way you can still pretend
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| And live on like nothing is wrong
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| I can’t stop, I can’t stop this silence
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| Or tell past from presence
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| I’m lost in the hands of the future
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| Looking through my mirror
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| In my face a number of odd times
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| Bad dreams and old crimes
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| Episodes from my mother’s diary
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| Written on my body
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| Hypernosis…
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| Inside, inside the odious
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| Long lost and precious
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| Lies a deranged and repressed existence
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| Trapped from surfacing in silence
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| Now I’m here I’ll force you to surface
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| Get up, get out and accept your guilt
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| What you’ve done can never be undone
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| But forgiveness you shall get from above |