| Well, you can beg and plea
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| yes, you can beg and plea — for the end
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| Give me, please
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| Give me your inside out
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| Give me, please
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| Dissatisfaction, a chemical imbalance
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| nails graze the hands, not the feet
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| immediate reaction: every glance, a new horror in willing suffocation
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| neck twisted/new cadence — not missing a beat
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| tread water/slow footsteps — there is no season of birth!
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| I am out on a limb which is broken, hanging
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| abundance of nightmares — my last words
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| I shall fuck myself to death,
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| I shall fuck myself to death,
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| I shall fuck myself to death!
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| I will choke on my own breath
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| so says the wise man/blind man
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| Godevil/Godevil
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| God damn the hand that feeds me!
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| I am waiting, I have waited
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| ever waiting for the end
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| You’re sparing me, keeping me inside
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| keeping me inside, it’s me inside
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| no room to hide
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| You’re sparing me, keeping me inside
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| keeping me inside, it’s me inside
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| no room to hide
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| You’re sparing me, keeping me inside
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| keeping me inside, it’s me inside
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| no room, no room, no room, no room to hide
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| Open up and stick it up, I said
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| pick up on your own insides
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| there are flames that melt the air
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| zaned people left to dare…
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| Everyone out! |
| Every doubt ever pondered
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| every thought ground to dust
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| I must, I must
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| I must trust the distrusted/mistrusted element of life
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| my eyes have seen the light — have chosen darkness
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| prefer the darkness,
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| find peace in darkness… sometimes
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| this world holds no image of truth,
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| no semblance to those truly living
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| I am outside myself/beside myself with grief
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| signs of disaster, they follow me — follow me!
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| Self inflicted wounds I know best
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| and the rest inside, rotting, forgotten
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| yet I am free
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| You’re sparing me, keeping me inside
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| keeping me inside, it’s me inside
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| no room to hide
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| You’re sparing me, keeping me inside
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| keeping me inside, it’s me inside
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| no room to hide
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| You’re sparing me, keeping me inside
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| keeping me inside, it’s me inside
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| no room, no room, no room, no room to hide
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| Give me, give me please
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| Give me please your inside out, inside
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| Give me, give me please
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| Give me please your inside out, inside, inside
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| I mend, I bend shattered fragments
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| the dream has not stopped
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| has not stopped, will not stop
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| stop, stop!
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| The child is awake, pushed from the womb
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| warm welcome, medicinal freedom, false entrance
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| doors blocked, bolted
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| molten figures of the dead
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| I have buried the child
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| long forgotten this grave memory
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| in solemn sentence, the end must end
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| And so the world is flat, retracted
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| fractured to the eyes of thieves
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| or those who believe
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| I am sacred, I am crowned,
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| I am bound by the robes of freedom
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| I bequeath the dream to those who still feel it, feel it, feel it!
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| And God’s eye is as one with Satan’s
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| in the twinkling of an eye, the dream is born
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| dreams carry death in blood stream awareness
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| fear not, for death is but a dream |