| There’s a spot in my heart that the sun can’t melt away
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| And a sight to my eyes that’s becoming burning decay
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| I would love to be in the arms of a woman who loved my child
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| Made the ocean swallow the world in one motion
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| When I brought the earth to life, thoughts…
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| Colliding comets combust, corroding the earth’s crust
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| Purifying the future with lust mine as well clean them gust with disgust
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| I’ll trust for the darkness of night, until the ambient light appears
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| Beckoning me to the mic, walking on a rope that’s tight
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| Keeping my balance so I won’t fall cause below me are the hungry jaws
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| Giving off a repulsive stench that makes my skin crawl
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| An imaginary beast that threatens my imagery
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| It’s protuberent eyes plague the entities a pure distortion
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| That sometimes frightens it’s creator, manifestation savage
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| Playing hide and seak throughout the cerebral passage
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| I’ve lost myself in my brain becoming a hybrid mix of the monsters that remain
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| «some of me still here?» |
| Yes I believe so, or it is I don’t know
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| Do you know what I mean? |
| When the asshole constructed this shit
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| They assumed we’d get along some songs are sung with sad tones
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| Others are sidewinding slapdrones minds blown by uttered syllables on mic phones
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| I shake souls and touch bones so leave me alone!
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| Let’s be normal and have a group hug, stereotype everyone just to show love
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| Stop it! |
| Cooperate with the humans don’t worry about what your losing
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| Because they haven’t gained shit paranormal spit, just a non-vacant body
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| Of trapped souls fighting each other for control of the mind
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| With multiple personalities fighting each other for the sense of understanding
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| But the launch pad it’s not in sight so the landing it won’t end Up, Right
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| Left, Down stairs in a hallway that’s unattached catch that
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| And a realization might be hatched if it’s over your head
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| It’s over my dead body, twitching mall happy smack the snobby
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| Broken cycles that regulate the sporadic, there’s a filmy substance that
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| Still repels the magic yet undescribed standing to die
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| In appreciation of life sacrifice, bloody knife
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| A hand still clenching his murdered wife, warning signs often
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| Register to late in those post-psychic analytical debates
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| Well aren’t they smart, spit out some more tranquilizing darts
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| I can’t tell my personalities apart when I am sober
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| If I’m dazed I’ll keep dreaming that it’s over
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| And reject the notion of being rejected although you and I
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| Are insane and the fact should be accepted
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| I’ll start by saying there’s a screw loose
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| Mu discursive style wanders like wild goose
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| Squeeze the rigor-mortis juice considered needed
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| By the appropriate parties among history’s deleted
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| (divided chimes) slightly off time, although you couldn’t hear me
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| Even if I spoke with signs, if everything’s a symbol
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| This is what I symbolize fuck civilized I’m passionate
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| Like the instinct of an animal clamp like a mandible
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| Dimension parallel to the six legs of the insects
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| Where the dreams connect, in the outer exoskeleton
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| Lies the skull of a moron that needed oxygen
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| Breath with chemicals, lets feed with chemicals breed by cubicle
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| Please recreate my clone
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| I miss the first ones company and no I feel alone!
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| What a demented paradox if reincarnation is real and earth is hell
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| And religion is created out of evil to give people a hope of escape
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| By being oppressed no matter how the skeletons dressed
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| They could beat a dead horse to death twice patchboard controlled corpses
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| Although we are not really rebellious we just fight to repel the evil forces
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| Instinctively gripping our nature’s courses but the dull witted
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| Well they aren’t even listening so I guess
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| I guess it’s not worth mentioning, am I insane or is everyone else crazy |