| You contaminate my blood
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| Now I’m not half the man I was
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| Not beast, nor fiend have you made me simply a malady, an odious reek
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| I’ve grown accustomed to the low-hanging fruit and the delight of my descent
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| If there’s nothing left but this creeping death then, old friend,
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| extend your hand
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| Come, one and all and behold
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| This aberration we hold
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you feel it?
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| Right here, watch the Lotus Eater
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| Come, one and all and behold
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| This aberration we hold
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| You’ll never be, never be found
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| Ain’t no destiny
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| Nothing left for me ‘cause the self is a cell, consciousness is a penalty
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| Look at me
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| Fleeting by small degrees martyr and masochist rage in me
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| She’s still here
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| Louder with passing years, stronger than ever here
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| So just gimme just a little death (just a little)
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| Tell me that I’m different
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| Don’t I deserve to begin again?
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| Come, one and all and behold
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| This aberration we hold
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you feel it?
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| Right here, watch the Lotus Eater
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| Come, one and all and behold!
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| This aberration we hold
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| You’ll never be, never be found
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| Raise your glass to the Lotus Eater as he drifts into the ether
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| Flora, fauna born are devoid of the thorns
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| We’ve shorn here
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| I cannot close my eyes, can’t sleep at night
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| I’m yearning
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| And we will wax and wane
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| We all wilt the same in this bell jar we’ve made
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| But it’s the destiny, of glass to break
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| Be not so long to speak for I long to die
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| This anaesthetic is contriving a poltergeist
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| Out of me
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| I know I’ll never be rid of the agony I’ve survived
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| Day in, day out
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| The lotus in my mouth has been
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| Dictating every move I make
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| Just human, I’m afraid
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| Come, one and all and behold
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| This aberration we hold
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you feel it?
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| Right here, watch the Lotus Eater
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| Come, one and all and behold
|
| This aberration we hold
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| You’ll never be, never be found
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| Flora, fauna born are devoid of the thorns
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| We’ve shorn here
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| I cannot close my eyes, can’t sleep at night
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| I’m yearning
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| We will wax and wane
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| We all wilt the same in this bell jar we’ve made
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| But it’s the destiny, of glass to break
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| Flora, fauna born are devoid of the thorns
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| We’ve shorn here
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| I cannot close my eyes, can’t sleep at night
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| I’m yearning
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| We will wax and wane
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| We all wilt the same in this bell jar we’ve made
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| But it’s the destiny, of glass to break |