| Amid the cracks in mirrors
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| The glow is growing dimmer
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| Ascend from putrid rivers
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| Stumble blind
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| And when the walls are closing
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| And when you’re crawling, choking
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| Tumbling deeper down into the mind
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| When intuition fails you
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| I will spit, exhale you
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| Tumbling deeper down into the mind
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| The keepers of creation
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| Discharge my automation
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| Deprived of all sensation
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| Stumbling blind
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| And when the walls are closing
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| And when you’re crawling, choking
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| Tumbling deeper down into the mind
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| When intuition fails you
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| I will spit, exhale you
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| Tumbling deeper down into the mind
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| I’m over here
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| Amid the cracks in mirrors
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| I’m over here
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| And when the walls are closing
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| And when you’re crawling, choking
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| Tumbling deeper down into the mind
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| When intuition fails you
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| I will spit, exhale you
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| Tumbling deeper down into the mind
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| Deeper into the mind
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| Sleep in the deprivation
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| Deeper into the mind
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| Spit and exhale
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| Amid the cracks in mirrors |