| Caught staring at nothing at all
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| Rubrics brain born without a stain
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| But since then it’s grown far more deranged
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| The tabula rasa has been harmed
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| Forgotten in the crowded technovision
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| Starved for some human recognition
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| Now I’m searching for something in these halls
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| The revenge of the nobody
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| Scattered, shamed, unorganized, decayed
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| Caught staring at nothing at all
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| Caught staring at nothing at all
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| Caught staring at nothing at all
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| Erasure scan, it’s all for naught
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| Erasure scan, they all forgot
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| Look at me
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| I’m the fucking price that you pay for your comedy
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| I’m the swollen face that you shamed
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| As you run away
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| Know that you were played by the puppets' sycophantic games
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| Know this wasn’t easy for me
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| Erasure scan, it’s all for naught
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| Erasure scan, they all forgot
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| I’d marinate in the pain
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| Pushing away parasitic hate
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| But the aquatic worm, it wants me drowning
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| Erasure scan, it’s all for naught
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| Erasure scan, they all forgot
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| Three brains in chains
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| The voice of remorse has been begging me to listen
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| But my soul is sold to triunal rigidity
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| The voice of the children asking God’s ear for forgiveness
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| But that worm buried deep inside my head
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| I think it’s talking to me
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| I think it’s calling to me
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| Erasure scan
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| Erasure scan
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| (Nowhere to run)
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| (Nowhere to run)
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| (Nowhere to run)
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| (Nowhere to run) |