| Move this shit out of the way
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| Welcome to the fuckin' terror dome
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| Sweet death release me so I can cease to be in this misery
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| My whole life history’s a mystery
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| Of how I remain to be the same my whole life
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| Pain to feel pleasure again and my aim is
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| I’m feelin' the rain on my parade, the charade is
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| Fizzin' me out like a can of lemonade
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| And my whole life’s played, time out and again
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| I feel the pressure of fame and give the game away
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| And I’ma stray from the path that’s paved
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| From the cradle to the grave like Kylie Minogue and Nick Cave
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| I’ma stave off death till my very last breath
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| Will accept the best and nothin' less, regress
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| Into a mess, depressed, the test, I confess
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| And digress, you might find these lyrics hard to digest
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| In my chest, take a step back for an eye test
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| I accept the contest, the conquest, the wrong step
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| Clear the club with a bomb threat
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| Checkin' the mic (One, two, three) Is this thing on yet?
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| You can feel it in your spirit
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| Ain’t no walls no more, don’t fight it
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| Don’t fight it
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| Sweet death release me, once it teased to appease me
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| To free me from my broken ruins, felt uneasy
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| Welcoming tomb, now keen to see it out peacefully
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| The sequel breeding deep within my womb is healin' me
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| Think I can feel it, my QI spirit climbing back
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| Just wanna shield it, cut it slack and reveal it
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| Finally, been hiding quite some time you see
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| Writhing in self-hate in a binder file of «Why'd you leave?»
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| More like «Why'd you never come?» |
| Tend to run dementia struck
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| Letters hung amongst two bent and severed lungs
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| In my redemption, tables spun
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| I heard it sung «Change your mind, engage your tongue»
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| «So I’m back again, like I never left»
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| Sweet death release me
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| My dark thoughts running around up on repeat
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| Won’t fast forward just to find the meaning of my life
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| A dark horse like a steed creature of the night
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| Tryna make the most of my time like a Rolex
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| Never catch me kissin' death and smokin' rollies
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| Excuse me, still got a few wires loosely
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| I stay ahead of all these little freaks like Gomez
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| 'Cause see I treasure all the freaks like I’m the Goonies
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| Danglin' by threads just like Brandon Lee
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| At least they’ll remember me for damagin' a set
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| Yo, when it’s time to jet
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| I’m esoteric, no cemetery for me to rest, nah
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| See, I ain’t scared of death, no
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| I’m scared of livin' an unfulfilled life full of regrets though
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| You smoke billies in Beverly Hills, Jethro
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| I trek through Nepal even when I’m on death’s door
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| You can feel it in your spirit
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| Ain’t no walls no more, don’t fight it
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| Don’t fight it
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| Sweet death release me 'cause every step forward’s
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| Like a step in foeces or really confusing
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| Like sex with the he shes, I’m screwed either way
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| In this test of species, I went from me being
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| Lost and pathless in a world so bogged in darkness
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| Now I’m like a moth on target
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| Snake oil everywhere in the imposter market
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| But it’s smellin' like dogs on carpet, uh
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| So I’m holdin' the keys
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| Question all the things I was told to believe
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| I chew my food for thought instead of swallowin' memes
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| I’m not tryna be woke, I’m just followin' dreams
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| Everyone’s got dark demons
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| And past treasons, unfair card dealings
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| They say the world is full of glass ceilings
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| I’m like bricks in the hands of the done dealing
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| Ha, all right
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| Check it, yeah
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| It’s like this
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| Perth city is the spot where the Syllabolix kick it
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| «And if I die tonight ««So I’m back again, like I never left»
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| «Burn my name into the sands of time»
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| «My fingers on the pulse, you breathin' new lies»
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| «And if I die tonight ««So I’m back again, like I never left»
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| «Raisin' a glass to a past not known, gone»
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| «This ain’t no this my breath in a song» |