| Without a doubt in my mind, in the blink of an eye
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| The world as we know it will be-come blind
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| All the seas will go dry, all the creatures will die
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| All the trees will tower over and us humans will hide
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| We’ll look up at the sky and repeat the word 'why'
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| And deep down in our hearts we will plead for our lives
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| And there’s one angel in the breeze
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| She sends me messages when my antenna’s able to receive
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| Every single choice I make affects the way she dreams
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| So I try my best to be awake and know when she goes to sleep
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| Cause to me we’re a team, kill the king, feel the queen
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| Self esteem builds in me until I see the guillotine
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| I guess it’s time to kneel, if heaven is a lesson I can learn how to steal
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| And if death is imperfection
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| Then my head is just a weapon
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| And my weaver has no web and
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| My net is filled with holes
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| My little Salem witch
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| Keep playing with fire
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| But you’re standing on a bridge
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| My counter-top's split in half, glasses of different wines
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| I interpret as fantastic or simply fine
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| Tap dancing on the thinnest ice
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| Just to entertain the phantasms I get at night so get it right
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| This is my mental symphony presented anamorphic on an eye level silver screen
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| Killed the screams, you will find echoes still in me
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| That see beyond myself like it’s dimethyltryptamine
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| There’s no angels in the breeze
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| And the one that’s on my shoulder I just strangled with a string
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| That I tied around my finger to remind me that I don’t believe in angels
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| I’m a skeptic I don’t focus on the labels
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| Unless it’s just a personal hobby, I can hear opportunity nervously knocking
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| I go into the shop to get some words upon my body
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| To reflect what’s on the inside, my surface is rotting
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| I think that I’m dead, there’s a kink in my neck
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| I’m just sinking instead so I sing like a kid
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| The pacific northwest I go hunting for rocks
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| Till the knots in my head slowly work themselves out
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| (I escape) with my friends (I create) with my friends
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| (I debate) with my friends (and I change) with my friends
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| Till the day comes where I say goodbye to my friends
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| Bad timing |