| There’s a war waging for the rule over me
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| Inside my skull they scratch and they bite
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| Which could the lesser evil be
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| The disease or the parasite?
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| The tyrant I know and the alien fruit
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| Somewhere in the chaos is the memory of I
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| Like a childhood friend that learned how to lie about each misdemeanor
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| We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?
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| We are all -more or less- immoral and discontented
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| Actions fueled by feelings unchecked
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| Logic watching in contempt from the side
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| At the wreckage
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| We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?
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| We are all -more or less- immoral and discontented
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| We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?
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| We are all -more or less- unconvinced and unconverted
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| We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?
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| We are all -more or less- immoral and discontented
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| We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?
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| We are all -more or less- unconvinced and unconverted
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| I’m tight-rope walking on a dubious line
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| Trusting emotions that might not be mine
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| Learning my way around a room without lights or walls
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| That keeps on changing
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| (tuplakertsi)
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| We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?
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| We are all -more or less- immoral and discontented
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| We are all more or less fucked in the head are we not?
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| We are all -more or less… |