| How far does this rabbit hole go?
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| Alice in a Blunderland, flammable soul
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| Animals roam and the catacomb slows
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| Searching for capital, searching for hope
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| Churning the sad into tangible goals
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| They’re burning their flags to adapt to the cold
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| Ration control, happiness sold
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| Eye-for-eye habits, a cannibal cult
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| They feed me cyanide tablets
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| They breathe low at the sight of my panic
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| Heavy-hearted, mind if I stab it?
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| Depths of my sanity, height of my madness
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| I’m on prescriptions, Iodine tablets
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| I don’t trust the water, so why would I have it?
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| Jim Jones with the Kool-Aid, sip slow
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| Two faces, one slit throat
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| Animals pile in the ocean’s of medicine
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| Alcohol vials Coke and the Mescaline
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| Antidote style, I smoke for adrenaline
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| And I don’t smile, it exposes my skeleton
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| I got the soul of an elephant
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| Grieving the lost on a road that’s so desolate
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| Echoes are still resonant, the ghost of the Oedipus
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| And Dear God letters that I wrote for the Hell of it
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| You see the tendencies
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| For them, it’s to tend and cease, but not me
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| See, I can attend and get ten degrees
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| Attention-piqued, to ten ‘til the tenure’s reached, but not me
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| Increase intensity
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| I’ll walk 'til the tendons cease, Achilles
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| I can walk to attend Dead Seas, and drown myself in it
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| Narcissus did it, give it any minute
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| I’ll admit that I am just an artist that’s a part of this equation, huh?
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| Nah, I’m a part of this aphasia
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| I fucked myself, I’m so auto-nymphomania
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| I gotta make-up words, it’s getting harder to explain it but
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| The particles in my brain erupt
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| The pace is up, when I’m vulnerable and caught up in the mania
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| I’m in the cut off that Indica, inner-cuts
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| Never seem to cease and so I zip it shut
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| I’m on a 50, a milli, a milli grams
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| Enough so I’m not a killi, a killing them
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| I feel a million, I’m the villain I’m
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| Antagonistic, vicious obsidian
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| But so purple inspired
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| Circlin' tired in a circus attire
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| Bumbling bumble bee, worker for hire
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| Build prisons to live in, and churches for liars
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| Perfect environments to purchase desire
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| Selling their souls for which version is higher
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| Parents used to listen to that Earth, Wind and Fire
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| But I like Cohen, bird on a wire
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| Moral compass is like, «Fuck it, I don’t need it»
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| If it bleeds, then it can die, and if it dies then I can eat it
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| That includes my inner demons, platitudes and my secrets that I keep
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| Atlas with the clavicle, so creep
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| With me as I crawl through the hood, maniac
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| Lunatic, or just unimpressed, yeah I’ve felt a hundred deaths
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| Facing all the greatest odds, but I’m in the hunt again
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| Pacing ‘til it makes me lost, swell until I’m puffer fish
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| Razor in an aching jaw, red all in my upper-lip
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| Take it with a grain of salt, set it in the cut you left
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| Painting on the caveman walls, sentences my lover said
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| I’ll chase you down the rabbit hole until I lose my breath |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Rabbithole , by - Sadistik. Song from the album Ultraviolet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп