| Late hours
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| In the bleak flourocent light
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| A glimpse of the future
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| Icarus succeeds
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| The laboratory’s cleansing
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| Quiet calm reality seems far away
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| And drifting further
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| I lie to hide from my pain
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| Sickened, weakened, frightened one
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| I tried to be the master of gravity
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| But I came down with a smash of reality
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| Long hours of experiments on my body
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| An attemt to shake the history of science
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| I lie to hide from my pain
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| Sickened, weakened, frightened one
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| I tried to be the master of gravity
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| But I came down with a smash of reality
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| Lost… in my fictionary mind
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| A freak to the world
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| And my wings has been cut
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| My wings has been cut!
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| I lie to hide from my pain
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| Sickened, weakened, frightened one
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| I tried to be the master of gravity
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| But I came down with a smash of reality |