| Intersections in real time
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| The unbroken circle and dimensions of the mind
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| The tie that binds
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| The eternal tie that defines
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| The vanity of my insanity in due time
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| Will shine
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| Like the night seas under the moon
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| The haunted corners of familiar rooms
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| Yet I’m consumed
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| We’re vanishing into thin air
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| The realization that this shit is my cross to bear
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| So where
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| Did I think I could run away to see
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| The people that decided to leave without asking me
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| But we
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| Decide to wait for happier tomorrows
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| And find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrow
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| But my distractions the books of paper that I scrawl in
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| I’m eloquent as summer breeze and leaves that have just fallen
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| I’ve crawled in a corner hoping all of this will end
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| With the knowledge that love is just another word for revenge
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| I who have nothing but the comfort of my sins
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| I who have nothing but the comfort of my friends
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| I, I who have nothing
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| I, I who have no one
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| I, I who have nothing
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| I, I who have no one
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| As I decay, demons prey above me like a vulture
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| Ability to endure contradiction is a high sign of culture
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| Verbal sculptures, self defacing
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| It is not God or lunacy that I am facing
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| But the erasing of the purity and passion of my words
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| The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the absurd
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| But I preferred
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| To walk away from all the feuds
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| To find my life is more confusing than a rubic’s cube
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| So I’m subdued
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| In all my words of verbal prods
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| To live alone one must be an animal or a God
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| But it’s official
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| All of my pain is clear as crystal
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| The natural side of life has now been seeming artificial
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| But I can hit you
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| And rest assured that I’mma last words
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| I could give a fuck about ya secrets and ya past words
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| I can pass words and their ability to hurt you
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| Patience is a virtue and knowledge is of commercial
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| I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to
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| I who have nothing but the pain that I’ve refered to
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| Lost among the miracles, I stand alone
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| And I’ve grown into a being that’s sitting on top a throne
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| I’ve known
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| For many years that I would turn to rust
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| I find a reason for another breath
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| Before my return to dust
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| I become one with science and mathematics and the rising of the sun
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| I’m numb
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| To all of those who blind and cannot see
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| The chastiser of the enemy
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| Perception requires duality
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| Inspect ya soul, the color of coal inside the body
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| I have hardly come across them who’s holy
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| Send them to the cherubim to control thee
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| Burning of the sun and frigidness of the cold
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| The battlefield is new but the war is now old
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| You can never see the merest shadow of a halo
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| Above the head of evil djin who’s deadly like tornado
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| The world has become an aquarium
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| Full of gaping fish with murderous smiles
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| I on the other hand stand on the outside looking in
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| Writing down murderous files
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| I who have nothing but the lack of variation
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| And I who have nothing but chains and suffocation
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| «There comes a time in every man’s life when he’s gotta handle shit up on his
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| own» |