| Skeletal nature, so vulnerable
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| Control of threatening cloud shapes, drawn against me
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| Skin penetration, sarcastic intrusion
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| Taking away my thoughts through an innocent mouth
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| Piercing virginity
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| Tracing with a vicious scalpel
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| On the black cephalic domain
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| Special tools for a flowing paint
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| Skies changing according to my will
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| Cards become precisely exciting
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| With such a chaotic disharmony
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| That I drown in it with pleasure
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| They entered, forced me and I subdued them
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| Intruders vaporized in toxic air
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| Crossing the open door to the soul
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| The smoke through the skull
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| Magnetic control attempt
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| The smoke through the skull
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| A delicious, tamed haze that can bite at any time
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| My skin liquefies, falls to the ground and infiltrates the mud
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| The gases burn the disintegrated tissue, show them the dark design
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| Savor my dripping flesh while the master climbs to the top of my fortress
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| Crossing the open door to the soul
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| The smoke through the skull
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| The closed box of unbearable memories covered with dust
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| He shatters the already cracked door
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| And the child cries
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| Schizophrenic influence syndrome
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| Dimensions where the mind can travel
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| Human condition sometimes asks for anesthesia
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| Says the smoke
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| Swimming in the ocean of anguish
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| Disturbed by articular crepitation
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| Seeking oxygen when the invisible gags you
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| When you can’t breathe anymore
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| Crossing the open door to the soul
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| The smoke through the skull
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| Magnetic control attempt
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| The smoke through the skull
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| The closed box of unbearable memories covered with dust |