| Hallucination, all notorious from bad lysergic
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| Pieces of blotter, bathtub, mix it up with detergent
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| Cubes of liquid, life’s inflicted, the pain is infinite
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| Like twenty surgeons sick with the scalpel, the arm’s infamous
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| Killing Zoe, waiting for symptoms of teen victims
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| Dark and stiff as the moon spinning, coming at you with biscuits
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| Bark at the moon, grinning, like Abbath from Immortal I’m winning
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| Swiss chemist, LSD forms my religion
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| I was born too late, baby, oxy tabs and prison
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| Rap pharmacist, Spicoli checkable, it’s bloody vision
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| Transcend through meditation, bullets and bloody aprons
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| No Timothy Leary agents like Kubrick in '86 spaceships
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| The iron matrix
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| Toxic fantasy
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| Blurred reality
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| Lost in agony
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| Into the void, mind insufferable
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| Psycho-delic storm
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| Lucid catacombs
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| Mental terror swarm
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| Into the void, mind insufferable
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| Hallucination — a paranoid convulsion, repulsion
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| Devotion to corrosion of conformity, explosion
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| Disposable heroes and militant villains
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| Billions of civilians are killed while corporations earn trillions
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| And the War Machine grind like Brutal Truth
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| Pass the Dutchie like musical youth, but the Uzi shoot
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| Children of God, soldiers of Satan
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| Vultures await at the gates of Hell beyond the smouldering flames
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| They call me Billion Dollar Bill, but was Osama killed?
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| Or is he secretly at Mar-a-Lago chilling?
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| What’s really behind the curtain? |
| Does life after death exist?
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| Or are you ready to die for certain?
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| Toxic fantasy
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| Blurred reality
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| Lost in agony
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| Into the void, mind insufferable
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| Psycho-delic storm
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| Lucid catacombs
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| Mental terror swarm
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| Into the void, mind insufferable
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| Death from above
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| Show no fucking love
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| In these streets, we hear the cries
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| In these streets, you fucking die
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| Lost your fucking mind today
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| Nightmarish designs remain
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| Catatonic rabbit hole
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| Into depths of Hell we go
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| Death from above
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| Show no fucking love
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| In these streets, we hear the cries
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| In these streets, you fucking die
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| Psychotropic pesticides
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| Reach your peak and then you die
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| In a realm of empty hope
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| Stare in death’s kaleidoscope
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| Yeah, that’s right motherfuckers
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| Danny Diablo, yeah what’s up
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| Reel Wolf, Goretex, ILL Bill
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| Dominant species, OUT! |