| So gain composure and run with scissors
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| And trust in the glitch that jumps your banks
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| Step over step and hide out in the ditch
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| Until the storm blows overhead and shakes the castaways from the branches
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| That you gracefully extended
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| You can make it
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| You can make it
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| You can make it
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| Go!
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| This is glitching
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| Now I’m glitching
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| (this is love coursing through the blood of murky, tar-like, dark deceptive
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| waves)
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| There’s no time to waste in this present danger
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| Imagine if you fled and never faced the giant
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| The machine can only bleed from the motherboard
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| So climb in the womb and let nature take its course
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| Let nature take its course
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| Now there’s a world defending the sound
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| The sound falling on deaf ears now
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| And the noise is cutting the ground opening up hell in shifted swells
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| Burning towers, burning towers down
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| As the world sees blatant cover
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| I retract the fangs
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| But the blood work reveals ulcers
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| Wired backwards… backwards
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| Never give up, always take hold, never give in (the theory chokehold)
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| Going out, going out, like a flame, in the mouth
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| Now I’m starting over with one foot in the grave as I bury my saving grace
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| Glitch
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| Glitcher
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| Glitch
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| Glitcher
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| This (this is glitching)
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| Is (this is glitching)
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| Love (this is glitching)
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| Coursing through the blood of murky, tar-like, dark deceptive waves
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| This (now I’m glitching)
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| Is (now I’m glitching)
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| Love (now I’m glitching)
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| Coursing through the swamps of mistaken heartache that I’ve thrown away
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| There’s no time to waste in this present danger
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| Imagine if you fled and never faced the giant
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| The machine can only bleed from the motherboard
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| So climb in the womb and let nature takes its course
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| Let future hit reverse
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| And watch future kill us off |