| Linger tasting rotten soil
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| Within the baker’s deadly toll
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| In the morning’s dirty rash
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| The rush hours kissing ass
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| Finger through the dirty things
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| Inside and out of everything
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| Skirmish on the outer edges
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| Of every single body’s mind
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| Simmer on the holy scale
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| These vision makers only fail
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| The FEAR OF GOD ON HIGH
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| I’ve been out, so out of it
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| I’ve been hiding out
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| I’ve been hiding out of it
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| Hiding so far out
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| This been toasted walk upon
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| Then giving up what we’ve become
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| All cinders on this rocky road
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| Melted ice cream over load
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| Jump the prison plan advised
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| We’ll make you feel the Jim Jones vibe
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| As if to drink their poison
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| Somehow better than what we become
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| By vaporizing any of this wishful unsafe trip
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| Catch the very essence draining
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| On this slowly sinking ship
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| Moving on towards horizons
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| What’s conceived will never be
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| I’m thinking of saying of anything
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| And clinging
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| I’ve been out, so out of it
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| I’ve been hiding out
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| I’ve been hiding out of it
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| Hiding so far out
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| Find a way back out
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| What a way back out… |