| Trample on my faculties
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| Disciples of this degradation
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| I did for myself, and I will
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| Greet my own reward in Heaven
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| Kiss the space the pavement
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| Cracked, and crack I sniff at
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| My decline, the lure of high
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| To please my peers and the
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| Touch of rain will rape my
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| Senses, boys and girls go out
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| To play the name of death the
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| Circles red, faced by your
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| Ignominy and whilst this pile
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| Of Earth awaits you, Harridans
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| Will burn my ears for they have
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| Seen my crusted blood, a little
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| Black, a little white acquire
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| Grace unload your fears
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| Get away get away
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| I’m not searching for my loss
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| I’ll not see the face of God
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| Get away get away
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| I’ve been summoned by my truth
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| The screaming discontent of youth
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| Take from the ignorance and kiss
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| The dust upon your feet, haunted
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| By the images you take your refuge
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| In denial, echoing the sentiments
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| As knaves despise the wise mans
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| Words, you see the dark will beckon
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| Gently, as you, shelter from the
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| Pale white doom
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| A demonstration of unrest
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| I’ve been banished from the self |