| Let me get closer
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| Don’t step by side
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| I a the owner
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| Of all that what’s right"
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| Mental flatliners
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| Entered the stage
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| Loudmouth spills wisdom
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| Nailed as a lie
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| Inside a mirror
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| A stash you can not see
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| Obscure a message of what could be
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| Removed the wrapper
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| Had a look inside
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| Refused to believe what’s layed down on this sides
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| «You don’t need our knowledge
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| 'Cause awareness creates fear
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| All removed from college
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| Sold your consent to
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| Disobey — disobey — disobey
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| An idiot to the left of me
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| A moron to the right
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| Both they try convincing me
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| At least it feels not right"
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| What brought down this papers
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| Laying in those cases
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| Elegy?
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| Entropy?
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| Fragments of this words I found inside my mind
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| History?
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| Banality?
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| Further now
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| Anger grow
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| And for the first time I can see
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| They build the perfect enemy
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| That’s me
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| Deep odds with visions
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| No way to clarify
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| Confused by pictures of their destiny
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| Moral imperialism and no proof insight
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| Perdition wells up out of their lying loads
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| «The end is near the noctortel cried
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| All a lie the nut replied
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| Repent Repent The riffraff tried
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| No loud call to
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| Disobey
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| See, here comes the tick tack bee
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| You love it or you die
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| Be proud to pay another fee
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| Kneel down, he comes
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| The blessed, the pest, the best…"
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| Darkness of ignorance is no sign of live
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| Idiocy?
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| Density?
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| Insanity?
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| Foolery?
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| And once again it’s time to see
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| They find their perfect enemy
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| That’s me
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| Their (o. the) rest of mind now totally blurred
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| Victims Victims?
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| The spin of doctors narrate their truth
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| This echo room full of minds that loose
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| Liar men
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| Begging hard for overtone, blind deference
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| From his window out of side
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| Bishop framing feels so warmed inside
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| Liar men
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| No, no, no
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| Liar men
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| No, no, no
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| They can not convince me
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| Another way instead
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| Try to convince me |