| Sides, we all fall and rise
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| I try to lend an ear but all I hear is false pride
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| So I’ve been on the outside looking in
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| Not been thinking about the past or what could’ve been
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| I’m clear on all sides, we all fall and rise
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| I try to lend an ear but all I hear is false pride
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| So I’ve been at the shooting range killing time
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| Not been cloud gazing looking for a silver lining
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| Today was like the first day
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| Let there be light aside the life
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| Day divided night like Mr. Mojo Rising to his height
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| See it started with a bang
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| A solitary sun spot
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| As strange words echoed through the void like a gunshot
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| One drop of blood became a pomegranate seed
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| Grew into a tree with forbidden fruit for me and Eve
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| The landlord took his keys and kicked us out the garden
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| So we moved to New York and got a two bedroom apartment
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| But life seems mundane, and I’m to blame
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| So I don’t have the right to complain
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| I’m spin cycling
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| Dark angels knock on our door, and I invite them in
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| To bring to life the things I’ve suppressed and help me write again
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| I could plant a seed and tear it out the ground
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| And kill it before it grows like Sheriff John Brown
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| Stare at a blank page for days, block days off
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| Parade around my block lost in thought till it pays off
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| Until the pain stops, until the rain drops
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| Turn to pomegranate seeds
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| Point me in the right direction, then aim and squeeze
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| The shot that echoes through the void’s what created me
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| (I'm clear on all)
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| Sides, we all fall and rise
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| I try to lend an ear but all I hear is false pride
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| So I’ve been on the outside looking in
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| Not been thinking about the past or what could’ve been
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| I’m clear on all sides, we all fall and rise
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| I try to lend an ear but all I hear is false pride
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| So I’ve been at the shooting range killing time
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| Not been cloud gazing looking for a silver lining
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| Today’s the day I finish what I started
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| Put the final touches on it
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| Take the false bravado replace it with something honest
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| I’m in the lab, trying to figure out my brain chemistry
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| With good and evil on either side of me like parentheses
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| I keep my dogma on a short leash it’s ravenous
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| I feed off Cain’s offspring and bible passages
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| My little hell-hounds accusing me of sacrilege
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| But let’s get back to rapping 'bout money, murder and avarice
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| Able got murked, Judas took the loot
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| Deca got a stomach virus from eating forbidden fruit
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| I was duped by a tapeworm, accused of high treason
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| Given a moral code and taught to apply reason
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| But I don’t listen well, and mindless obedience
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| Is like a prison cell, a living Hell
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| Sinners cast stones at the old shattered bag of bones
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| In the catacombs where I walk a crooked path alone
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| (Everything we do is music)
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| (I'm clear on all)
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| Sides, we all fall and rise
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| I try to lend an ear but all I hear is false pride
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| So I’ve been on the outside looking in
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| Not been thinking about the past or what could’ve been
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| I’m clear on all sides, we all fall and rise
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| I try to lend an ear but all I hear is false pride
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| So I’ve been at the shooting range killing time
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| Not been cloud gazing looking for a silver lining
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| Today was like the last day
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| We masquerade around backstage
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| Half-crazed with skulls like Fabergé eggs
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| When I crack the yolk breaks and light cascades
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| I think the world came to life that way
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| I heard the end is like a new beginning
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| The curtains rise like a red tide
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| The devil’s hanging by a politician’s necktie
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| We all fall and rise, the stage comes alive
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| The veil drops and she’s standing on the other side
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| Act 2 is the summer of '97
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| When I figured out you got to go through Hell to find Heaven
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| But point me in the right direction
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| I was somewhere in the darkest depths
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| When she dragged me out of my depression
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| There’s no better time than now
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| I’ll be gone a while, drifting on a cloud
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| Daydreaming at the domicile
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| Two pupils like two black suns I saw her smile
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| She pulled a demon out of my head like Gods child |