| My polar eyes are icy
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| They polarize what I see
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| While they deal lies I idealize
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| I know that I can die free
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| I know that we can die too
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| On any weekend I choose
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| In a weakened state we pray to him
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| Then we can state our praise in hymns
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| They hem and haw amen
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| Pay the Pentecost for our sins
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| It’s Arsenic mixed with arson lit
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| Artifice carcasses so artific--
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| Don’t smite the tongue for you speak in them
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| Then bite the palm that they feed you with
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| Are you convinced of the Eucharist?
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| You can risk it all so the secrets kept, amen
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| Elegy readily telling elegant melodies
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| Yea my energy is inner chi hell is my enemy
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| Entities of inner peace appease the devil that entered me
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| Men are seen as menacing but they end up in entropy
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| Yea I’d let it be but I’m trapped with the centipedes
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| Bees in the trap claptrap rap’s the revelry
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| They’re wrapped in plaster plastered rapt by rapture
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| Cast in castor oil and cast beneath the casket soil
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| Into a mass grave that’s what the mass crave
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| And not amass like a vast weight
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| Or a mast like a flag-state
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| More like a mass where they stand with their hands raised
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| That I pass with a masse
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| I don’t care what the masks say
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| They all plastic, passive and passé's
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| Surpass past when I Plath pain, that’s the campaign
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| Show me how all the martyrs did
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| Poke me now I don’t want to live
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| Broke my crown on the stars
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| Holy vows a mirage
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| Know that man’s not my father
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| Hold me down under water
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| Show me how all the martyrs did
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| Poke me now I don’t want to live
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| Broke my crown on the stars
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| Holy vows a mirage
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| Know that man’s not my father
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| Hold me down under water |