| The more of you that I inspect
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| The more of me I see reflect
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| The more I try to read your lips
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| The more the mask you’re wearing rips
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| But when I seek out your voice
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| My ears are overcome with noise
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| You show and tell with greatest ease
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| Raving impossibilities
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| Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
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| Enraged my mind starts to smoke
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| Enforce a mental overload
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| Angry again, angry again, angry ow
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| And when the story takes a twist
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| If folds like a contortionist
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| Slight of hand and quick exchange
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| The old tricks have been rearranged
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| Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
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| Enraged my mind starts to smoke
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| Enforce a mental overload
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| Angry again, angry again, angry
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| The searing of the sinew
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| My body fights for air
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| The ripping of the tissue
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| My lungs begin to tear
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| Gravity’s got my bones
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| It pulls my flesh away
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| The steam finally dissipates
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| I make out my sweaty face
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| Association that I choose
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| Game I inevitably lose
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| Governed by laws set up by me
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| Fracture it’s jaw to let me be
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| A cut-out cardboard condo maze
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| Filled with an insubordinate race
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| Irrational youths stop to stare
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| As music rubber hosed the air
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| Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
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| Enraged my mind starts to smoke
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| Enforce a mental overload
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| Angry again, angry again, angry again
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| And again and again, AGAIN
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| Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
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| Enraged my mind starts to smoke
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| Enforce a mental overload
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| Angry again, angry again, angry HAOW! |