| It feels tight
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| An aggression, naked skin colored red and bright
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| Is it failure of minds? |
| Or a matter you always feared to declare as right?
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| Hear their cries — your pathetic mental world stated: numb-deaf-blind
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| And the clock strikes ten, kill your boundaries again
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| As it lashes you…
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| WHIPPING ALL THOSE CROWDED NAMES
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| WHIPPING THEIR MINDS
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| CROWN OF THORNS IS WHAT THEY WORSHIP
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| WILL LEAD YOU TO YOUR SELF DEMISE
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| AS A SNAKE WHO THROWS HIS SKIN — THROW OUT YOUR KNIFE
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| BLEED THEIR WOUNDS
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| FOREVER OPEN
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| WHIPPING THEIR MINDS!
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| Cry out inside
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| You’re locked in chains of the past painted gray & might
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| As the color of (your) life
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| Can be seen on skin painted red/ gray/ bright
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| WHIPPING ALL THOSE CROWDED NAMES
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| WHIPPING THEIR MINDS
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| CROWN OF THORNS IS WHAT THEY WORSHIP
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| WILL LEAD YOU TO YOUR SELF DEMISE
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| AS A SNAKE WHO THROWS HIS SKIN — THROW OUT YOUR KNIFE
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| BLEED THEIR WOUNDS
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| FOREVER OPEN
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| WHIPPING THEIR MINDS!
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| Cut! |
| the oppression!
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| Adore the hypnotic cleansing of your mind
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| Definition! |
| they dominate your flesh but failed in their minds |
| Impression! |
| spit in the faces of the ones who ignore your soul
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| Pain obsession! |
| never allow their needs to taint your goal!
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| As you hide
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| As they hit your skin to satisfy their crimes
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| As you’re tied up naked, bonded and they hide.
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| No surrender for the ones who will take your soul.
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| Whipping their minds — nail them to their coffin — eternal lies — turn it to
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| Their demise!
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| Turn it to their demise
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| Make their liberty a game
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| Use your strength to rise
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| Let them live with bleeding hands
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| It feels right
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| An aggression from grownup skin and a grownup pride
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| It’s the failure of mind
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| And a question — you know the answer — it’s down inside! |