| Sunless skies stared at him as he escaped
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| Warned by doctor after doctor
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| But nothing could keep him away
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| From that which for years had kept him insane
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| Obstinate and keen to seek out all remaining elements
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| Pertaining the blemish on his soul
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| Ran off with a strong conviction
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| That what he had seen was real and not imagination
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| He knew it, he felt it
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| All those pigs in white scrubs tried to fuck his mind
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| Locked away since that delirious day
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| But now free by choice to once again
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| Rattle the forbidden cage
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| Deep in those treacherous woods he found it
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| A spot on the ground
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| Marked with the three pebble stones he once found
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| He should’ve walked away
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| Instead he ferociously began to dig deep
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| Clawing through the dirt and roots
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| Unfed desire, a resurrection at last shall spire
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| With nervously chewed down finger nails
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| Kept on delving further down
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| What he finally found was breathing still, breath of the…
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| Bodiless sleeper revived
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| Tender skull acquired
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| Deformed beyond reason
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| He gently pulled it out of its hole
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| Lips touched, tongues played
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| Time to do what had remained unique
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| Insurgent abominator wrecker
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| Of all shifting prayer
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| Though no one can comprehend
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| Its meaning and its act
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| Bodiless sleeper revived
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| All the knowledge in this head
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| He now possessed to stir from resting
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| Forever since he got caught
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| He knew replacement was the key
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| Tender skull acquired
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| Their bristly chins scraped one another
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| As he measured between his shoulders
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| He made a mark at his neckline
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| Where the blunt and rusty saw soon would be placed
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| Closed his eyes and let the jerking motion cut
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| To finally remove the weakness
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| His head fell off yet still alive
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| His headless body replaced it fast
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| Slowly he worked with a needle
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| And thread to carefully secure the head
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| Connected they fused very well
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| The stitches healed so nicely
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| This body now wanders around
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| Slightly confused but with knowledge like few
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| Under the three pebble stones
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| Grave of the head is now empty |