| stalks are generated and
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| they engrave
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| their names upon the
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| fields
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| blasts of charismatic
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| droplets anoint
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| me through my dying…
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| groping, seizing, tearing,
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| grasping at the tail of sanity
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| a thrust of uninvited
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| rage combusts inside
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| the gut, and here we have
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| another day
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| if only I’d pierced it with
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| my hand
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| or watched it burn into
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| the ground
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| a joyous blaze of life’s end
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| find me, keep me, lose me,
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| weep me how the tears they do entertain
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| it’s nice to be reminded
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| that I can
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| still bring you pain
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| satisfaction remains best
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| without subtraction
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| soul search me you’re empty
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| and as you try to liberate
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| the world
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| remember what I say
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| «give and take’s not how I live
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| I fucking take, you’d
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| better give»
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| the barrier is gonna break
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| cleanse the brains they’ve
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| washed in your sink
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| digging deep inside you’ll
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| find
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| a box without any chains
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| and with no locks
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| come on, Pandora, open
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| wide and
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| release the entity
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| concealed inside
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| BAM!
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| the bricks caress your face
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| spread you thin across
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| the ground
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| the aches and pains
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| convey my thoughts to yours
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| you tried to find me out
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| say Jack, what’s a backstabber like you
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| gonna do with one like
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| me discomfort multiplied by ten, you writhe
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| and twist again
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| please have some pain
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| the grain against which
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| you rub is my terrain
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| so take a giant step back
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| 'cause
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| you’ve marched across my line
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| and my gun works fine
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| soul search me you’re empty |