| Don’t hand me that line about Transubstantiation
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| I’m not buyin' and I’m running out of patience
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| I can’t afford to believe your kind of truth
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| The truth is plain to see, I’m a sonic transducer
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| Redirecting energies, I’m a shaker, I’m a mover
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| There ain’t nothing, no, I won’t misuse
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| The time is right for sonic infusion
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| We can turn the tide with
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| Sonic Infusion
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| Permeate everything
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| Penetrate and pull the strings
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| It ain’t too late to make 'em sing
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| Sonic infusion, sonic infusion, sonic infusion, sonic infusion
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| They think we don’t exist since we’ve become translucent
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| They feel just what they miss and it adds to their confusion
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| They can’t afford to believe our kind of Truth
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| Hidden from our enemies, intercepting their transmissions
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| Rewriting history, transmitting our revisions
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| There ain’t nothing, no, we won’t misuse
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| The time is right for sonic infusion
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| We can turn the tide with
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| Sonic Infusion
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| Permeate everything
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| Penetrate and pull the strings
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| It ain’t too late to make 'em sing
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| Sonic infusion, sonic infusion, sonic infusion, sonic infusion |