| Have a clue
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| Walking right through
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| Alice’s mirror maze high
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| Feeling cold ways to wake up
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| Taking pills dedicated to heartache
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| Defend insanities
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| Know the reckless cures inside
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| This bored destroyed and open door
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| Never went and got inside
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| Indication of a black sore
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| What’s to lose?
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| There’s nothing that’s been done before
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| The baseline of the medical show that indicates dyslexia
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| Indignation when the bees died
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| Through the back now digging to the outside
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| The lice loose face
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| The lucky ones break through
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| The walls of the maze on the inside
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| Indications on the outside
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| Till the truth starts leeching from the insights
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| All the black scars
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| The VD sores
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| The medical censure
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| And when they lie lie cross cross
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| Misdiagnosed examination
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| And when they talk talk talk talk
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| Eventual extermination
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| And when they lie loss cross
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| Experimental agitation
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| And when they die talk talk talk
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| Injected dopamine elation
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| Vindication of the side effect from the death row grin with nothing to lose
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| The victims sleep with sodomy cakes
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| The rotten eyes pop like the roasted fly
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| Indications of the untrue
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| Till the truth starts leaking from a head wound
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| Have the black cures
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| Causing their cancers
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| In a medical censor
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| And when they lie cough cough
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| The military sanitation
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| But when they talk talk talk
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| Is everybody celebration
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| But when they know cross cross
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| The implemental generation
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| And when they die talk talk
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| Unmedicated situation
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| Shatter news flowing on through
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| Veins of every size
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| Everyday to wake up
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| Tortoise shells disguising guises
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| Disturbed reality
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| Each bubble in which to hide
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| All deserving frogs will boil like cattle for the slaughter with the best of
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| style
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| And it grows and close to close and the body wants disease
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| Time to close the point of when you want to be close to nothing
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| And when they lie lie cross cross
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| Is everybody’s celebration
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| But when they know loss cross cross cross the incremental generation
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| But when they lie cross cross cross
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| Experimental agitation
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| And when they die talk talk talk
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| What’s it gonna feel like?
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| The stitches of wake up
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| What’s it gonna be like?
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| The new education
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| What’s it gonna feel like?
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| Vestiges that wake up
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| What’s it gonna be like?
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| The new education
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| Every thing blows goes away
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| Everything grows to show decay
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| Everything flows to grow insane
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| Withering ghosts that fade away |