| God, I’m ready
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| To essentially become a melody in your medley
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| I’m an elevated entity
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| Contaminated energy, laminated mentally
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| As the faith of the world grows thin
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| I dance in a trance all night and become him
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| One win does not equal one wind
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| Run into the shade of the gun that the sun sends
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| Dug in, I’m done with this skin
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| Ready to become one within, candle in
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| Grandmother moon, come home soon
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| Mushroom and bloom over this gloom and doom
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| And, uh, open the room and put hope in the womb
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| I can’t cope in this tomb, isotopes in my Zooms consume
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| Along with the notes from this tune, I’m supposed to be doomed
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| I’ll be compost in June
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| Dead and buried
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| Well-read and married, led and carried
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| To the belief that I will one day be a leaf
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| Not even the will to live should ever kill to give
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| Elaborate labyrinth maverick
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| Collaborative aboriginal tablets of Arabic
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| I am the ambiance in a fabulous ambulance
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| And it WILL stop (x12)
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| And it WILL…
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| «You sympathize, you express concern, hiding behind ??? |
| visions of
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| Eternal light… so afraid to face reality» (sampled film dialogue)
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| Another awesome Autumn blossom
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| In the bottom overwhelming colorfast, pulverizing mother mass
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| Life is too short to be sad
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| And knives are the sport of the mad and, uh, sort of a fad
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| Follow through to swallow you
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| Conflict of interests inflict the intrinsic
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| I have bricks and fabrics
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| And carefully place the words a dabble and babble with
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| Pivotal, digital nature
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| If you fidget or are not original then I hate you
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| Progress is Our guess, Our guess is no less
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| Note to know less and got to focus
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| Plot to process, the end is in
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| Let’s defend the friendless against ten defendants
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| An appendage of independence
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| Always at advantage with my attendance
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| Reminder that even blind we’re not a blur
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| Show him that to know wind is to grow in
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| I’d rather be more in than way all out
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| I can’t fathom pouring a tall glass of doubt
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| Soar over the core of a nuclear fall out
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| And you hear me call out:
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| And it WILL stop |