| Coming in waves
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| All different colors and shapes up in my face
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| Flooded with hundreds of planes & none of em gray
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| Everyone’s summer it’s strange
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| I am pathetic, cause I’m empathetic
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| And hide in my head it’s so minor
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| The mind of a skeptic, lights are synthetic
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| They’re everywhere vital and hectic
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| The highest aesthetics, a life that’s systemic
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| High-lows are leveled in vibrant falsettos
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| The tidals lack titles but I won’t forget it, no I won’t forget it
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| When I go to bed its so psychokinetic
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| I am antenna, ions and tenors
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| I’ll light up the sky, like the eye of the nexus
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| Like Roman Polanski, I am The Tenant
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| To my own unconscious, I am dependent
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| Depends on perception, the pen can scripts tempests
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| My temper’s tempestuous, excellent sounds
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| If I don’t swim right the riptide will drift like Virginia’s
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| I’ll give in and then I’ma drown in the…
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| (Waves)
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| Animalistic, the phantoms are present
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| A precious example of tandem dimensions
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| My hands on a candle to cancel the shadows
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| That saddled my mental, a sad I’ll admit to
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| A satellite signal emitting it’s riveting
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| Stand at attention, the visuals vicious
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| My visions distorted this visage contorted
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| Of course it’s a symptom I’ve been here before
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| 7 billion people, 14 billion faces, I don’t want to meet a one
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| I’d rather sit inside my tomb where I bloom & I ruminate
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| In a room with 8ths while the meter runs
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| Meet or run, watch the cumulus accumulate
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| Feel the rush, funerals accrue the weight
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| When I’m in a state I hope it’s deep enough
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| When the season comes to pursue the chase
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| I’ll take it there, and wait till they’re coming in waves
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| I’m wavy, everything is blurry on the daily
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| I’m way beyond what they’ve been on
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| They basic while I’m wavy |