| I’ve tasted love before
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| But never in service of scabbing a cheek
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| And I’ve purged my flaws
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| By drinking the genes of the meek
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| Tear away, melt away
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| Bulwarks of reinforced distaste
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| Lay prostrate, suffocate
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| Choke on the causal remains
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| Of a wolf made deranged
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| Never unheard, always the first on the scene
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| Extant from the herd, sheltered by propriety
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| (I've tasted love before
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| But never in service of scabbing a cheek
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| And I’ve purged my flaws
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| By drinking the genes of the meek)
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| Protest
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| Process
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| Protect progress, it’s a warning
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| Moses blooms undue
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| You’ll either consume or undo
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| It’s love in the age of dismay
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| Born of the artist’s decay
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| I’ve tasted mud before
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| You tricked me, you waited until I was weak
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| And force fed me the floor
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| With your boots, behind my teeth
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| You listen to me, to what I reveal
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| Truth is a concept that God can repeal
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| I AM A GOD
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| I AM YOUR GOD
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| I AM ELATION UNFOLDED
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| ANGER BEHELD
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| SADNESS
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| REVULSION
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| LOVE
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| HUMAN EVOLVED
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| Protest
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| Process
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| Protect progress, it’s a warning
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| Moses blooms undue
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| You’ll either consume or undo
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| It’s love in the age of dismay
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| Born of the artist’s decay
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| Never say nothing’s changed
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| I am the reason that seasons leave lesions on oceans and seas
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| Nothing ventured, apoplectic
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| Wise to tie your failure to providence
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| Bitch
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| Nothing gained, apathetic
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| Just happy to salt the soil
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| My machines need oil
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| My machines need oil
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| Get grinding grief
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| My machines need oil
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| Dredge up what’s kept beneath
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| My machines need oil |