| Pour milk into my mouth, a form is clear
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| I’ve been feeding from the drip
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| Don’t wake me if I’m wrong, I’m happy here
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| afloat in intravenous sick
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| Hope, was it always hope?
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| Was it always, something that you can lean on
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| I don’t see the fucking joke, coz underneath it,
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| is the truth we believe in
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| Chances are we’re already dead and we’re lying to ourselves again
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| Trying to visualize the end and repeat it, believe it
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| We’re dead,
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| a crown is worth nothing
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| a crown is worth nothing
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| Drunk on velvet chemicals,
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| impressions are rarely sober or awake,
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| I dream, I wake up, dream again
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| it’s hard to tell
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| what is real and what is fake
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| Hope, was it always hope?
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| if this is fiction, does it end with a punchline?
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| I don’t see the fucking joke, coz underneath it
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| is the dream we believe in
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| Chances are we’re already dead and we’re lying to ourselves again
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| Try to visualize the end and repeat it, believe it
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| We’re dead,
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| a crown is worth nothing
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| a crown is worth nothing
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| Curious to know what we do next,
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| now that it’s over
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| Foolish to think God would save our necks,
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| now that it’s over
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| We’re dead
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| now that it’s over
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| now that it’s over
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| We’re dead
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| now that it’s over
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| now that it’s over
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| Hanging by the lies that we’ve been fed
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| Victims of the promises unkept
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| Blinded by the scriptures we have read
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| Now that it’s over, we’re dead
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| A crown is worth nothing
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| a crown is worth nothing
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| We’re dead
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| A crown is worth nothing
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| a crown is worth nothing |