| «Det är för bedrövligt. |
| Usch!
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| Vem fan är du?»
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| Take it as a threat now and leave
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| Drop of toxins flows to a habit
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| Tell me what it is you can’t see
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| Teeth grinding flesh in the sabbat
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| Factual drowning stream, you believe
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| Slaves will follow conspiracy
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| Turn the locks on brother and kin
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| Murder lust on affinity
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| War in utopia
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| Slay cornucopia for symmetry
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| The parody is real
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| And we’re biding time
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| And while losing ground, make sure to worship monarchy
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| Death is but a story in a land of borrowed wealth
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| The burdened scale weighs heavy with the hunt for dopamine
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| Intolerance disguised as a faith
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| In secrecy we shun empathy
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| Soul critique online far too late
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| A throne for the devout enemy
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| War in utopia
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| Slay cornucopia for symmetry
|
| The parody is real
|
| And we’re biding time
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| And while losing ground, make sure to worship monarchy
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| Death is but a story in a land of borrowed wealth
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| The burdened scale weighs heavy with the hunt for dopamine
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| When I was young
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| So, so much younger than today
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| It seemed easier to lead your life
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| There was no time to surrender
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| And no reason to perceive
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| The burden of pain
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| As it passed through our lives every year somehow
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| And it never really went away
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| Yet behind my door
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| Was a kingdom
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| A secret outline showed the way
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| To treasures of clay
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| And beads made of glass |