| My heart is bursting
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| My head is a hole now
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| The lines are twisting
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| And I want more
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| How’d I get so narcissistic?
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| Everything feels artificial
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| All my skin’s turned inside out
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| Fishing hook all in my mouth
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| Wishing well stalling my doubts
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| Apparitions haunting my house
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| Wendigo’s don’t know when to go
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| And no heaven knows if I’ll sink
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| Inside the reaches of Kingdom Come
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| Blind preacher told me that Jesus loves
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| My teachers made me grind teeth to dust
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| I think, that I I think too much
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| If I think too much then I can’t sleep
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| If I sleep too much then I can’t smoke
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| If I smoke too much then I can’t dream
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| Then I can’t see my father
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| He said don’t you see that you’re my boy
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| Afloat at sea on a search for buoys
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| In drowning pools, sounds are mute
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| Sirens sing surrounding you
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| No time for Kings, no fountained youth
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| Those minor keys I found in you
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| Grew out of tune, too out of view
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| Unatoned, don’t sound attuned
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| I’m so out of it, they so counterfeit
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| I can’t even count the fits
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| Leeches adorn my outer rim
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| Made a ring of thorns, no crown would fit
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| I don’t wear it out, It’ll wear it out
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| It’s whereabouts clandestine, guess it’s paramount
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| Heavy is the head that bears the crown
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| My heart is bursting
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| My head is a hole now
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| The lines are twisting
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| And I want more
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| How’d I get so narcissistic
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| Everything feels artificial
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| All my skins reptilian
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| Left in rough dominions
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| I bet my blood’s vermilion
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| Dead head above 4 living limbs
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| I’m villainous, obsidian
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| I’ll burn a bridge then build again
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| I wish, these wishing wells
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| Were filled with those who wished me well
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| I mix my woes with whiskey well
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| Well whiskey whisks me whimsically
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| I disagree with the parrot crowd
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| Spinning carbons on carousels
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| Skinny, living like caracals
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| Heavy is the head that bears the crown |