| This is Theory 13
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| Up in this
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| I wanna share a little something with you onto broken frames
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| So why don’t you dim the lights and experience this?
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| ADVERTISING
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| inRead invented by Teads
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| Collapsed frame work
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| Unable to support the purpose of its existence is nothing but a premise
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| To misconceptions of prejudicests
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| But you don’t feel me
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| Looking out of your rose colors to see vision laced in pink
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| Only what you observe is not really what you think
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| Because the integrity of the sight has been violated by a flaw
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| We don’t need another point of view
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| There’s already too many
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| We need a common ground or threat to lace it all up
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| To keep us from falling on our ass again
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| Trippin' over lies we’re only feeling ourselves in
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| All caught up in the charlotte’s web and hanging over the edge?
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| But actually depit to hell or beyond
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| Or whatever’s your nightmare
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| Staring in the glass and so much beauty staring back
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| Not seeing what you lack
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| Ignoring the facts in the fact
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| Believing what you see is all that
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| Only because the mirror is cracked, destorted
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| Contorted your image until not one blemish remaines
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| We all play this game
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| Our broken frames let us ignore pain —
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| The only true warning to the deeper issue
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| Let us play that blind game
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| Let us play that mind blame
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| Manipulation until complete strangulation of reality occurs
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| And still vision is blurred
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| Those who remain sightless, shall remain flightless
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| Heavy as rocks on the bottom of the dead sea
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| Weathered by their «ignorance is bliss"-mentality
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| Visually impaired, spiritually scared should grasp hold of the shackle
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| And throw it off and see for whhats the real deal —
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| To feel the peoples?
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| And they are trapped into perpetuos night
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| And know that it’s right
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| Know that it’s right!
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| And accept the sight because that’s life!
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| That’s the true essence!
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| Not to trigger ourselves into believing to better belief into our existence
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| And persistence is the only way
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| Covered with the desires to see things the real way
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| Very tame
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| Throw away those broken frames!
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| Let the breather breathe in from light
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| And evade the genuine image in your sight hemisphere
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| Than you’ll no longer fear being seen
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| The mask can be tossed aside and we can reside on the real side
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| We can reside on the real side |