| Victims themselves of a close encounter
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| Desperate abducters, constructers become infected, vexed
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| By an alien virus, so alien, so viral
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| Living spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in writhing tentacles
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| Stimulating the audio nerve directly
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| You wanna come flex with me?
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| Hallucinating senses individually, insidiously
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| Are in any combination, rhythmically
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| Shifting gears, focus upon intensity
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| Wait, big people a talk nobody try fuck with i-man clarity
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| Mind starts slippin' to familiar tracks
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| Bending warping, interfering with the facts
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| Sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying
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| We are hostile aliens, immune from dying
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| Don’t harass me for not behaving correct
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| I only want to slide my arm round your neck
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| Interpretation, electro-chemical stimulation
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| The sensation you feel is entirely real
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| All that we share is our struggle for silence
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| We don’t wanna bother with no arms house business
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| No shooting no violence
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| Sensory language twist snake like a limb
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| Flexible, versitile, curious like twins
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| Transparent in the way that it moves
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| With sufficient memory
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| To cut clean through you
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| Victims themselves, from a close encounter
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| Desperate abductors, constructors, becoming infected, vexed
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| By an alien virus, so alien, so viral
|
| Living spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in writhing tentacles
|
| Stimulating the audio nerve directly
|
| You wanna come flex with me
|
| Hallucinating senses individually, insidiously
|
| Are in any combination, rhythmically
|
| Mind starts slippin familar tracks
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| Bending warping, interfering with the facts
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| Sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying
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| We are hostile aliens, immune from dying |