| Woke from a vision, the plot is still fleeting
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| I carry you with me but I know what I saw
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| Hole in my head is in the shape of a man
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| I swear it was an illusion of the retina
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| Already seen but cannot access my memories
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| With repetition in my temporal lobe
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| Relief is fleeting, I know something is with me
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| Release the pressure, the leviathan flows
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| Soma cell
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| Soma Ross
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| Nothing saved
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| Double knot
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| If I tie up the loose ends
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| Into a forceful mechanical movement
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| Hemisphеre intuition
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| Deal with the light if it doеsn't enter
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| Where was the grace when I was asking for it?
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| There is an absence in your phosphenetic
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| Fear, full of hate perforates me like a yellowjacket
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| Where was the grace when I was begging?
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| I was asking for it
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| I thought the cut was just a laceration (Laceration)
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| Now I recall that it was visual (Visual)
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| It's just a phrase to induce decapitation
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| Once you taste it and see what I saw
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| There's no turning back
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| Soma cell
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| Where was the grace when I was asking for it?
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| There is an absence in your phosphenetic
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| Fear, full of hate perforates me like a yellowjacket
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| Where was the grace when I was begging?
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| I was asking for it
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| Woke from a vision, the plot is still fleeting
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| I carry you with me but I know what I saw
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| Hole in my head is in the shape of a man
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| I swear it was an illusion of the retina |