| Walked like a spirit
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| Ceratonic fog
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| Time crawls away
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| Like a snake or a dog
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| For god sakes wake up
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| You people need more
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| For god sakes get up
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| So we can score
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| Penetrate the truth in all its stupid shame
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| The gate that calls to us relegated down the chain
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| Improve upon the Vedic releases Eve again
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| Disprove the oppositions apparitions
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| Oh I reign/All our reign
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| (Blessed One) Blessed One
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| (Blessed One) Blessed One
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| (Blessed One) Blessed One
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| Amid unbeliever unclean and unchaste
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| Wandering like the wasted one
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| In the land of waste
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| The index as the futures
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| As the death spurs
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| Christ take your sutras
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| Call them parables
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| Small town, warm night
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| Wide-eyed and free me
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| Altars for lights
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| Banished and screaming
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| The revenue of telepaths were telegraphic
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| The flux of your fortunes used to stop the traffic
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| The samples of the core indicate necrotic
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| Just like Kali Yuga, that’s so tragic
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| Background, blow down
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| Fade down, swooping
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| Curtain, nightfall
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| Banished and spooky
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| (Blessed One) Blessed One
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| (Blessed One) Blessed One
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| (Blessed One) Blessed One
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| Descend into the heavy world
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| Through the layers
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| Burning through the afterglow
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| Crashed between the flames
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| Sitting on the judgement when Paris chooses Love
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| Back in my apartment when the going gets too tough
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| Background, blow down
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| Fade down, swooping
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| Curtain, nightfall
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| Banished and spooky
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| With the speed of a gazelle
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| The smack of a flipper
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| Evolve into wings and fins
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| And hero into slippers
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| Defined nonchalance with your thirteen holy marks
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| Fumes cannot touch you
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| Harpy only harks
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| Background, blow down
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| Fade down, swooping
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| Curtain, nightfall
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| Banished and spooky
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| (Blessed One) Blessed One
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| (Blessed One) Blessed One
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| (Blessed One) Blessed One |