| All the ghosts in the graveyard all have just what they want
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| All they lost they recovered
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| Here they’re now back to haunt
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| All the demons in hell
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| Their crown’s all their pain and their cries
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| All their suffering’s their playground
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| Emptiness fills their minds
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| Cause no one has a thought before they die that each of us rots in
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| Time
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| We’re all animals in an altered state
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| You know it takes a lot to recognize you’re insane
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| And time tends to equate all the pointlessness in heaven we hope for
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| With all that we create
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| So all that’s left is to witness all the ways that they’ve won
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| All the games of existence matter not when they’re done
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| Floating round in the sewage is all that we’ve got after death
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| Call it heaven if it’s what you want, call it whatever you get
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| Cause no one has a thought before they die that each of us rots in
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| Time
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| Yeah no one has a thought before they die that heaven is a moment in time
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| We’re all animals in an altered state
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| You know it takes a lot to recognize you’re insane
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| And time tends to equate all the pointlessness in heaven we hope for
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| With all that we create
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| We’re not the same, but we’re not more
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| We’re spirits in a rotting world
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| We’ll wait again to see what’s next in line
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| We’re all animals in an altered state
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| You know it takes a lot to recognize you’re insane
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| And time tends to equate all the pointlessness in heaven we hope for
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| With all that we create |