| My childhood was perfect
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| Paradise lost
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| Now, one is driven forward into the future by the storm
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| Sailing out of paradise
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| My father was a traveling performer with
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| A love circus of excessive unfortunates
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| Fortune tellers, dope fiends, and contortionists
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| That left me in Babylon where I was forced to live
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| On table scraps at the orphanage
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| I ran in the house and God closed the doors and hid
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| Confessed sins, evangelists say the Lord forgives
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| Seems right
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| You created me in your image
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| Kick, scream, blaspheme
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| Last seen grappling
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| With strange beings in bad dreams
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| That grow scales and bat wings
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| Sleep walker, sweep Eloise off her feet, sweet talk her
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| But keep your eyes peeled for thought police
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| Slow creeping down forgotten
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| Got the streets watching
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| He’s obsolete like floppy disks and beat-boxing
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| I believe still, I never stopped believing
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| I could see him even when the mushrooms were out of season
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| So we could let the swine roast on the spit
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| That don’t believe in anything they can’t poke with a stick
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| They don’t know about the monsters that patrol the abyss
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| They don’t know that Mr. One Zero’s dope as it gets
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| All your product’s stepped on and your jewelry’s fake
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| You got bass, I got uncut Peruvian flake
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| One taste test will take you to the next level
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| And apex to cloud ten without having to spend several pay checks
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| Today’s blessed
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| I’m feeling great
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| Like I could walk barefoot through a field of snakes
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| You treat my love like a five dollar milkshake
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| And I’m a snap and knock the taste out your grill cake
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| Blau
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| I put my mean face on
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| I feel safe now
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| Walk center stage and take a bow
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| Walk through a field of snakes
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| Bruise every head
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| Shake the foundation
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| Wake up the dead
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| I recall a time when all the stars aligned
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| Symbols on the walls and shrines
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| Of a solemn altered mind
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| I was younger then
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| Young and unafraid, unfazed
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| Unaware of pitfalls that you face when you come of age
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| With grandiose, lofty ideals and diatribes
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| They take God out your chest and place him in the sky
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| Preach uniformity, perpetuate lies
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| But can’t obstruct what I see with my mind’s eye
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| I spy Cane and Abel perched on a man’s shoulders
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| With birds of paradise and ravens overhead
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| He fragments into infinite heavens and hells
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| Pulling fish out the open ocean with a golden thread
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| I comb the depths for pearls every night when I go to bed
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| And wake up empty handed sometimes, but know the ledge
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| We’ve been sewn falsehoods
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| We’ve been misled
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| Shake the foundation
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| Wake up the dead
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| Today’s blessed
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| I’m feeling great
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| Like I could walk barefoot through a field of snakes
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| You treat my love like a five dollar milkshake
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| And I’m a snap and knock the taste out your grill cake
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| Blau
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| I put my mean face on
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| I feel safe now
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| Walk center stage and take a bow
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| Walk through a field of snakes
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| Bruise every head
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| Shake the foundation
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| Wake up
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| In what seems like the dead of winter
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| Beneath the protecting mantle of ice
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| Forces from far away galaxies
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| And from deep in the Earth
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| Are joined in the creation of new life |