| Denying separates our fear and reality
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| Above all of the unnatural
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| Never seen before deserts the path you walk on
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| I’ve all the physical thoughts what I’ve learned from you
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| The base where you taught us
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| Then we learned from each other
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| The first mirths harmonised
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| The past became history
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| But it still means the present for us
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| My pineal gland’s having the fucking shakes
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| While these thoughts within my head
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| The blocked little air-shielded thoughts kept in mind
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| Where are you? |
| Why are you there now?
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| My phase separated, not just from my heart
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| Without physical exist, without new memories
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| I still walking on the line
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| Your ashes is in the state of stale
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| But it’s taken care of the holy minds that you known
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| All in one row
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| But it’s taken care of the holy minds that you known
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| The base where you taught us
|
| Then we learned from each other
|
| The first mirths harmonised
|
| The past became history
|
| It still means the present for us
|
| My pineal gland’s having the fucking shakes
|
| While these thoughts within my head
|
| The blocked little air-shielded thoughts kept in mind
|
| Where are you? |
| Why are you there now?
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| My phase separated, not just from my heart
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| Without physical exist, without new memories
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| I still walking on the line
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| Not backward
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| Not the reason
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| No formality
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| Just a new timeline
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| You were the victim of life
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| A part of this global slavery
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| Now you’re free
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| From this mental illness |