| I got in on a high note
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| And went out with a rope around
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| My neck
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| With a white suit and a helmet
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| To care for the omnivore nature
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| Calling inside
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| Though I was not able to eat
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| Nor did I fall into place
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| A gift from the heavens to obey
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| While fear and danger duelled
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| And spiritual savages ravished
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| Our sanity
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| On a platform where the aging
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| Of skin could tell
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| A story about reflecting thoughts
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| Promptly ascending
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| From a far away emotion
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| A nocturnal blessing for sure
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| Headhunting the apathy in which I dwell
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| Troops of a blue moon in descent
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| Clapping their hands
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| While feverish conformities
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| Stepped aside
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| Soaked in desperation and clarity
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| Unspoiled and naked as a human can be
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| We beheld vile flowers in my garden
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| Growing out of hand
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| Surrounding us in captivity
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| Suffering elevated to mind expansion
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| Your world is safe because it is illusion
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| Yet another scope to unfurl
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| Out with the human syndrome
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| Look outside, see inside
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| No one is real, nothing is unreal
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| Whatever is, everyone isn’t
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| Of your life there is no trace
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| No sign of your death
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| No ego, no spirit
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| No zero, no infinite
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| Don’t hide away
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| Let me out, I shouted
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| Set me free from this enslavement
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| Dig me up to the floors above
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| Immediately pull out the waste
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| While forgetting whose name we stole
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| At the brewery where flies got drunk
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| The place in between all calendar days
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| A crystallized moment in sublime
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| Darkness
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| Goat-horns growing
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| Penetrating mental mirrors
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| My world becomes distorted
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| I crumble on the floor
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| Counting the hours, not able though
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| 'Cause panic fuels itself
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| And hysteria takes control
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| Nothing is alive to rescue me
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| O` wonderful palace of instigation
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| I find myself crying red tears
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| Nothing can ever wash away
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| The stains left on my skin
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| I utilize the moonlight
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| And fall apart in madness
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| A cylinder-formed state of mind
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| With downward spirals
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| O` great goddess of flesh and
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| Tomorrow
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| Grant me a second chance
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| And I’ll sure cry you these tears
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| Forever |