| Well, we’ve made it to shore
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| But just where are we?
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| This place looks strange and very unfamiliar
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| Okay!
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| I followed the parade, crawled up on the stage
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| Told 'em what I’d seen, swallowed a grenade
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| Shot up from the grave, saw the end of days
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| Drank the yage, and woke up from a dream
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| I know that love’s supreme above everything
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| I saw a goddess locked inside a cage and propaganda flash on the projection
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| screen
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| Saw F-15s and death machines quell the praises of the most high that angels in
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| the heavens sing
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| Saw my own prejudice and deepest fears in a hall of mirrors plagued by the
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| illusion that we’re separate beings
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| And our collective sickness manifest through atoms split that strip flesh from
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| bone and sap the essence from a precious thing
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| Once upon a time I crashed on the sofa
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| Money makes the world go round, that’s what they told us
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| Got em' on the cuff, flipped em fast, met the quota
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| Then sat back and watched dough stack like pagodas
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| I followed the parade, strolled with the masses
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| Shot up from the grave, rose from the ashes
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| It’s Roddy Piper’s Ray Bans or rose-colored glasses
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| On the road to Damascus in the throws of controlled madness
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| I’ve been searchin for my brothers lost mind
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| Built myself a prison where I’m judged for thought crimes
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| Behind my eyes a thousand painted birds fly the coop
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| Driven by their thirst for knowledge and the urge to find the truth (Don't you
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| see?)
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| The sequence of events that lead me right here are a mix of sweet dreams and
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| collective nightmares
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| A pilgrimage through the vast wilderness
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| Where lost souls flood rivers with poison to feel like they exist
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| He who binds to himself a joy
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| Doth the winged life destroy
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| But he who kisses the joy as it flies
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| Lives in eternity’s sunrise
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| Don’t you see? |