| The crystal skull I wear protects that door right behind my eyes
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| A passage to a better self I can walk through
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| Carrying all the tears I can fill my hands with
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| I crawl my way to that deep silence I fill with thoughts
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| I crawl my way to that deep silence I fill with thoughts
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| In there hundreds of brick towers hold a tender sky together
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| A gold path rolls within electric bundles of feelings buzz around
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| Amniotic fields lie on raw flesh hills
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| Clouds of minor notes rumble
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| There’s a liquid spot in every mirror
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| There’s a point of distortion in every imaage
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| There’s a piercing truth in each lie
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| Here I shut down my double self
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| And I let my real voice resonate low deep, low deep, low deep
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| In a state of altered awareness
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| And I let my real voice resonate low deep, low deep, low deep
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| My shelter is a shutdown theatre made of bones
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| I sit on the border of a black stage
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| Spiderwebs caress my breath
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| Dust takes the shape of a ghostly crowd
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| Entertained while I play my guts
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| Like cello strings
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| A whirl of bones generates from the ceiling above
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| In twisting symbiosis with my mute dying chant
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| The crystal skull I wear protects that door right behind my eyes
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| A passage to a better self I can walk through
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| Carrying all the tears I can fill my hands with
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| The more I dismember the bigger the pearl cage gets
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| But my aura overcomes it spreading wide like angel’s wings
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| An ovation celebrates my lethal performance
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| While exhaling what is left of me
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| I smile at the crowd and collapsing buildings
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| Protected by my same death march
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| I keep the music going
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| And when life will call back
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| I’ll promise to escape it tomorrow again
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| And when life will call back
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| I’ll promise to escape it tomorrow again |