| Rescue me
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| I’m only a sorry stage of wandering in between
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| In the sun I will ride in the sea, rescue me
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| Blocking all of the sight from the weak, rescue me
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| Rolling screams in the night murder all, rescue me
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| In the ditch I will hide hidden from everyone
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| I’m still running
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| Running through what I call slums
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| Gravity is weighing me down
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| Once inside I make my nest
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| The fire and branches all unkept
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| My connection is severed clean
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| From every evil tongue that clings
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| Even in the times of waste
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| My sorrow has a special place
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| But before my wave now exists
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| The darkness of my mind eclipses us all
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| I’m still running
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| Running through what I call slums
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| Gravity is weighing me down
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| Destruction is my name
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| I’m going to shout it loudly
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| Your artistic ways are now on display
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| And debris, you know your name
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| As the system’s wires fray open on display
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| Cognitive disruption
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| This cognitive disruption
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| Cognitive disruption
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| Beauty of this destruction
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| Tonight is your name and you will feel the fury
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| This is not where I’ve fallen
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| This is not where I’ve fallen
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| This is not where I’ve fallen
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| It is only where I’ve gone too fast, too slow
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| And left the wake for my enemies' clones |