| Intoxicated in the hidden breathless zone
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| Where ears are lead by poisoned mint & sweet-harsh tone
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| Someone telling us to believe in the unknown
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| All our aims are executed to an obscure crown
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| Religion & progression — two contraries by now
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| The perdition city — a perfect word somehow
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| Keeping on trying to reverse all hidden truth
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| Time’s gonna tell about the lies inside your mouth
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| So if you try to take my hand, I’ll seduce you & you might understand
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| So if you try to take my hand, find a now god, seek a peaceful end
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| Desperate accuse dimension
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| Black label force dillusion
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| Liquid soul dimension
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| The pain commitment surgery
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| Enigmatic is the shadow that rises in the night
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| For centuries you tried to take advantage of your might
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| Ridiculous the way of being so prominent wise
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| The white dove shall be prosecuted for your alibis
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| Stigmatising god & all his followers so blind
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| The consequences are the failures of your fucking mind
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| Ignorance & vengeance — the product of your seed
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| Peace, love & forgiveness — the thing that’s gonna bleed |