| It never ends
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| The mind rejects what it can’t contain
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| The reject feeds on what it can’t sustain
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| The walls draw closer
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| The colors are deepening
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| None of this is me (None of this is me)
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| It clamors, it feeds
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| Incessantly
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| None of this is me
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| It clamors, it feeds
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| Incessantly
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| My thoughts uncoil in a blistering silence
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| Bleary-eyed, empty and starved, ejecting
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| (None of this is me)
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| I reject the fractured non-reality (Non-reality)
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| It never ends
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| The mind rejects what it can’t contain
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| The reject feeds on what it can’t sustain
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| I’ll increase the drive for what I can’t sustain
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| Yet the soul demands what it can’t contain
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| Incessantly
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| It never ends
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| It oscillates, syncopates, reverberates
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| In the winding caverns, the empty-colored depths
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| None of this is me
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| It shifts, it fades, it uncoils, it feeds
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| It hungers, probing, in perfect clarity
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| It never ends, none of this is me
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| It never ends, none of this is me
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| It never ends, none of this is me
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| It never ends, it’s all just me
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| It never ends, it’s all just me
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| Incessantly
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| It never ends
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| The mind rejects what it can’t contain
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| The reject feeds on what it can’t sustain |