| Lose faith, find control in something I can’t see
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| Cutting through thick static
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| Feel the savage feel the beat
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| Ride it like I need to eat
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| Fuck a saddle
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| Hear that crackle?
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| Battle shadows
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| Wrapped in camo so their ammo can’t see me
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| No, no, no…
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| Old tricks for this new dog
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| So sick I need two Gods
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| Cold chillin', no ceilin'
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| Bottoms up to that rising sun
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| Move beyond the flesh, next level
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| No next level, just a dead devil and
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| A bent shovel
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| Need a stunt double?
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| I’m, done running
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| I love trouble
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| I dig holes
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| You kick rocks
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| You fall in
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| You get lost
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| We find out
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| They jump in
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| We climb out
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| Then pick it up
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| (What?)
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| Where we left off
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| Where we left off
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| Where we left off
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| Muddying the waters so that they appear deep
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| I’m standing in it now
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| It barely reaches to my knees
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| When you’re gazing at the ocean
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| You don’t talk about the stream
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| When you’re going through the motions
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| It’s impossible to be free
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| I see I follow you and I fall asleep
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| Swallow you, I’m all I can be
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| Wide awake, fire under my feet now
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| Blaze a path, no apologies
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| Where we left off
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| Where we left off
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| Where we left off
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| No enemies outside of me
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| No longer fighting for peace
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| Surrender
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| Say something
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| Veins pumping
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| Same blood that we bleed
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| In between that pain stuck
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| Please center, treasure sunk in our chest
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| In between that
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| Man-made caveman
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| Grey matter brain stem
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| You make rules I break them
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| You make rules I break them
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| You make rules I break them
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| You make rules I break them
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| (you)
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| We break them you
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| We break them you
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| A fortress within a prison
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| A glitch in the system
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| Itchin' to get with the program
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| Hold hands, cross the bridge — schism
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| A meeting of master minds in the making magic
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| In taking the time through acts of creating
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| In breaking habits and lies
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| The art of dying is living in color outside the lines
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| With perfect aim and an arrow
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| The target a mind’s eye
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| Committed to contradiction
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| Stronger than all existence
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| A tardigrade on a mission
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| My function by true design
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| I’m enormous, out of orbit
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| The corpses of horses beaten lie
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| Dormant on my doorstep
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| I’m lotus flower unfolding
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| Releasing a love for labor
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| A messenger deemed messiah
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| My tongue is a faithful razor
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| My lungs they are made of iron
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| I’m gnawing
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| Clutching for patience to taste it before the morning comes
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| Suddenly drunk on wine of immortals, a cornucopia
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| Down a path of enlightenment littered with broken fragments
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| I follow my bliss and die for euphoria, kiss the magnet
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| Spine of divine operation grows croaked
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| We’re left suspended, still danglin'
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| Naked roots of a family tree resurrected
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| It’s through the eyes of an infant I feel the heart of an ancient
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| There’s infinite ways to frame it
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| They’re limitless in arrangement
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| Where we left off
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| Where we left off
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| Where we left off
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| A higher climb to the top means a longer fall through the heavens
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| A higher climb to the top means a longer fall through the heavens
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| A higher climb to the top means a longer fall through the heavens
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| A higher climb to the top means a longer fall through the heavens
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| The moment before it hit
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| When we pick it up where they left it |