| Soft focussing
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| And so certain of everything but
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| Nights fall so much darker now
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| Sweet mother money pulled you in
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| Into the corporate cowshed squealing at first
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| But eventually we all sleep
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| A forgetful smile on our faces
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| With our spiteful lord and god
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| Cold enough to fake it
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| The tears in our eyes
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| Older than the innocence we fake
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| Yet so much more alive
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| …but…
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| I am an island of madness
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| Marooned by my self-reference
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| The ego has landed
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| To sell their stunted little souls
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| In this sea of sense
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| Of comfort and contentment
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| When I pulled you close to me you couldn’t see
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| I needed more than your protection
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| Than your pity, than your face, than your gimmick
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| We exist with no limits, but as you amputate the heart within it
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| Depart…
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| Until I tear them all apart with it
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| Step by step
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| Inch by inch
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| Bit by bit (you fit right in)
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| Brick by brick
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| An elemental fuck you
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| To my traditional comtemparies
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| The peddlers of self-parody
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| And intellectual cowardice (saccarine sweet and full of shit)
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| Changing with the tide and constantly |
| Begging food, sweet semen from the dick that suckles you
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| Suck hard succubi, bob breathe and release
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| Soft lights and elevator music
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| Vaseline on the lens and your aching mouth
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| You’ve been castrated
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| And the irony is killing me softly
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| Please believe
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| I don’t want to hate you
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| Coward
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| Four more targets for my rage
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| This market that feeds on and feeds off the cleverest faith healers
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| How can I stand here and scream it like I mean it
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| When I just want to crank the crosshairs and yell «this one is for the children»
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| Welcome back from planet star
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| It’s only reasonable to take what you can
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| Well I’m coming back around
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| Because I think we’ve had a little too much
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| Sweet fucking reason
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| High… higher than the stars
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| Deep… deeper than beyond
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| Sleep… with her loving arms around you
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| Sleep now… in her gentle loving arms |