| All the gods are crazy, can’t you see?
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| Like the firelight that builds in me.
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| Temper is the town, I sank my feet.
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| Grinding, churning endlessly.
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| Solar-eclipse the day.
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| Mind-beam narcotic state.
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| So far it looks the same.
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| High speed into the grave.
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| Avalanche, surprise me when you fall.
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| Terror, ride along this shooting star.
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| I see earth reflections staring tall.
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| Highlights of the world I left you on.
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| Solar-eclipse the day.
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| Mind-beam narcotic state.
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| So far it looks the same.
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| High speed into the grave.
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| Started cold, twin-sight rhyme.
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| Midnight lung, wave they walk.
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| Tremble tired, empty signs.
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| Sore eyes tight, more rain.
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| All the gods are crazy, can’t you see? |