| Spider bite
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| Lightening strikes a random chord
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| 7 babies being born
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| Purges / old man warns me of a storm from the north
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| I whistle/ flag it down
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| She pulls up and says ‘get in'
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| Asks me for the code / I pass it to her calm and cast a grin
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| Her pearly gaze is cunning
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| Deep growling in my belly
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| She opens the backdoor / ruby jewels in the eyes of a mummy
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| Pocket watch fluctuates / hands beating skin drum
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| Hear crows squeal / barbed wire with collapsed lung
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| Karmic map / flickers in the carnage
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| Worldly maze / crystal ball falls without a trace
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| Ricochets like a comet / I vomit and slowly sit up straight
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| The minutes fades into an eight and time becomes a different space
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| Thousands of cultures, over million of years
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| This place is older than dirt, I seek the cleanest of mirrors
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| To eat the mess with the vultures / to be a feast of our fears
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| Sensing my deepest desires / spinning a web as she steers
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| All you need is a bowl and a blanket this land you stand on is stolen / sacred
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| Pray for the souls tortured and warped by the war of hatred
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| Whispers ofall descendants bend echos throughout theses canyons
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| Just manage to sift through phantoms and listen tohear ‘em clear
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| Slick hypnotist dangles symbols inches over my chest
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| Stitching grids of inner star systems with every breathe
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| Left headless in the backseat guided to death
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| Approach the cliffs edge / blink once quiet and guess
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| How in the world did it come to this?
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| Reawaken the present the future becomes the past
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| Resources taken by hoarders
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| I’m gasping, grasping for answers
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| The primal need in my heart to disintegrate superstition
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| Taking shots in the dark where the octopus meets the panther
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| That stalks in the psychic scape of all human beings under pressure
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| Blast
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| We’ve been tested for imperfection
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| They stick us with dirty needles to see if we’ve been infected
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| I’m feeling young and I’m restless
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| Leap in a pool of death
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| Pulled from the wreckage left with a sense of abandonment
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| With the urge to skip a stone across a sparkling sheet of glass
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| Ripples intersect / nerves / thicker than a rulers flesh / stretch
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| Silver snake shedding skin / dripping beads of sweat
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| Middle of dead winter, the shivers in full effect
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| That gem was meant to be stolen
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| That door was meant to be opened
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| That code was meant to be cracked
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| In fact I’m drunk off that potion
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| That kind that never could end, unless the crystal glass that I’m holding
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| Is a reflection of hope I have for this cities collapse
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| And in fact, I’m confident and never felt I was wrong
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| Until society showed me what was right / we waste our youth on the young
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| There’s a thin line between the lies that they told
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| And remembrance that I hold fully responsible for the kingdom I inherited
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| Heritage / carry grandparents torches
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| Ancestors influence passed on through variation experience
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| Cherish buried awareness / to even have the opportunity to bear witness and
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| participate in this web of existence
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| Invigorating as it is sickening / for me to live something must die
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| Check in inside / there’s no cure for it
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| Anything, anyone, everything / pathways myriad
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| In all directions in front of our eyes
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| Awake in the back / hunger pains rise
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| Pull off on the side / visionless
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| Stepped out slow / solid ground / looked up at that sky
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| Same light from the stars up above
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| Same light that flows from the depths of our eyes
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| Hold tight
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| Soaked in the warmth that we supplied
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| As we orbit around that truth that we found like
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| When we were young we both could’ve of died, but didn’t
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| Galaxies in distance
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| Brought us closer in ways
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| It’s hard to explain
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| Through love we exchanged
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| It’s coming alive
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| Trusted the pain enough to remain
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| And mustered the strength to
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| Cut through those chains
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| A million more times
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| Dream worlds collide
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| We’ve been here before
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| We know what this is
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| How in the world did it come to this? |