| I never mistook the outline without time consideration
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| For the synapse a dim light within fact to formulate the fabrication of
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| admiration
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| Secondary plots callin' for assassination from the balcony
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| Believe in apparitions hidden by the smoke screen, theres something livin' in
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| my old dreams
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| It reappears every other fortnight, clarity’s a porch light
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| Its rare to see the chords tight
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| But if you catch it dead or reach the fourth plight of the pale horses
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| Im setting sail steady arms in the deep fog
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| Polar opposite unique gods in the postmortem
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| Homicide’s alive but i chose boredom
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| I call divinity my scripture dilapidated housing
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| Its written on a brick top, activate the south end
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| Of your frontal lobe for the paranoid delusional
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| Embedded in the growth of every person who’s alluded to the dark shadows
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| Its non directional the sharp arrow shoots from any rooftop
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| Piercin' any boombox deadens every sound and surrounding the deepest regions of
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| the night
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| Speak to keep it tight amongst the disagreeable
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| The hoodies cover death glance, dangers not foreseeable so vanishing’s your
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| best chance
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| Im treadin' lighter through this god forsaken habitat
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| Cos when the moon is fullest you can pull us from the aftermath
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| And its the ominous feeling you get, whether you speak or not
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| Pitch black clouds on the sun call it the equinox
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| The darkest of nights celestial planes defined by the light
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| And its the ominous feeling you get, whether you speak or not
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| Pitch black clouds on the sun call it the equinox
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| The darkest of nights celestial planes defined by the light
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| Cue the curtains close now, every last cinematic scene ends
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| And light bends around silhouettes, still intent to find within the divinest of
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| elements *
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| Shine just a little too intense for blind and comfortable
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| Feeling so sublime why would i ever wanna try something new
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| I be pretending if i didn’t say it depends
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| But its offending when I’m realizing that i do
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| Waiver on and off the ledge, the edge of a razor
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| And i’m bludgeoning what ever’s left with heavier nature
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| Take your time, try to modify behavior
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| Or we take it with a salt grain, shake it as if your momma gave ya *
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| Little darling what you’re doing is appalling
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| I would throw my body in ravines, told you i was all in
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| But never mind the rocks just keep saying your name
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| Stop screaming you’re dreaming that your falling
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| I’ve been authoring an opus when my hope is worthless
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| Focus on the surface the purpose gets overlooked
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| Minds are like a dark room fillin' up with open books
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| So let there be and there was
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| Time to go illuminate the whole world but not enough
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| Now we falling like dominoes when the tables shook
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| And im calling myself cheated and my god a crook
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| All was identifiable if i had ever looked
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| And its the ominous feeling you get, whether you speak or not
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| Pitch black clouds on the sun call it the equinox
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| The darkest of nights celestial planes defined by the light
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| And its the ominous feeling you get, whether you speak or not
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| Pitch black clouds on the sun call it the equinox
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| The darkest of nights celestial planes defined by the light |