| Riding with a head full of buckets of red
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| And when they said still stuck in the head
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| A thoroughbred thoroughly bled
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| And led to the land of the mental combats
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| Following a front attack so you can never run from that
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| Dark planetary signs rising over the horizon
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| Smaller than a fly stand, I'm a lyrical lamp
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| The power that I got on my cynical hand
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| With a pen, once again
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| Swimming in the center of the hit or the miss
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| A list of the thoughts getting lost in the mist
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| Realizing one not the size of the fist
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| And the killing of the killer with a flick of the wrist
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| I wanna live in another place
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| Where no one can say that I lived for them
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| (Still see it's not meant to be for me)
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| I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
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| A place for my head
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| The second it's gone
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| The weapon of time is stronger than a nuclear bomb
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| Eternity-you have not- Something that math can't write, you can't fight nor flee
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| Still be around if it wasn't for me
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| Way back first whatever my friends
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| That you see the attraction of the payback
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| Don't mean to say that, playback the thing now
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| Getting lost in the chaos tossing it down
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| Singing again to myself, electric neck twitch
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| Hungry for a head full of hectic
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| Set this to the tempo to be on time
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| An addict to the panic of my confine
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| Singing again to myself, electric neck twitch
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| Hungry for a head full of hectic
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| Set this to the tempo to be on time
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| An addict to the panic in my confine
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| I wanna live in another place
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| Where no one can say that I lived for them
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| (Still see it's not meant to be for me)
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| I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
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| A place for my head
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| Soon, the Aztec moon will heat my room, heal my wounds
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| Soon, the Aztec moon will heat my room, heal my wounds
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| Soon, the Aztec moon will heat my room, heal my wounds
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| Soon, the Aztec moon will heat my room, heal my wounds
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| Soon, the Aztec moon will heat my room, heal my wounds
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| Soon, the Aztec moon will heat my room, heal my wounds
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| Soon, the Aztec moon will heat my room, heal my wounds
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| Soon, the Aztec moon will heat my room, heal my wounds
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| I wanna live in another place
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| Where no one can say that I lived for them
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| (Still see it's not meant to be for me)
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| I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
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| A place for my head
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| Burn! |
| Burn! |
| Burn!
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| Singing again to myself, electric neck twitch
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| Hungry for a head full of hectic
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| Accept this, doing double-duty on time
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| Adding to the panic in my confine
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| Singing again to myself, electric neck twitch
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| Hungry for a head full of hectic
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| Accept this, doing double-duty on time
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| An addict to the panic of my confine |