| what you see is not what you get
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| you just need to find out
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| that what you see is not the truth
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| and that is all it is about
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| a change of view, a questioning
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| in the convenience of lies
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| for all the flams you count at day
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| there is a hope that slowly dies
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| what you say will not be heard
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| unless you cry for understanding
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| you’re free to say what you feel
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| unless its not too demanding
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| a bitter pill for an endless dream
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| of a world that bleeds in pain
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| and all the flames that light the night
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| show that we all are made the same
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| lets run away from the bitter truth of life
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| — just let me know
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| from all the things we know into the night
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| — when I’m free to go
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| lets get away from this elusive heaven
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| — just let me know
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| where the angels draw their swords to call it even
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| — when I’m free to go
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| mascara osiris
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| blood red moon above my hand
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| I try to walk I crawl instead
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| of breathing live, breathing air
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| oh baby I don’t care
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| now — this is gonna be the last time
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| now — this is gonna be my last smile
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| I see white women wearing mascara osiris
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| I see white women wearing mascara osiris
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| prayers out of the ebony doors
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| and visions in black and blue
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| deep sleep to fall on adam
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| or in the morning screams come true
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| now — this is gonna be the last time
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| now — this is gonna be my last smile
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| I see white women wearing mascara osiris
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| I see white women wearing mascara osiris
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| can you hear the sound?
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| can you feel the beat?
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| can you hear them playing
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| the sweet song of defeat?
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| what you need is not what you get
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| your dreams are swallowed by machines
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| and if you pray for hopes to share
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| they will get blown to smithereens
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| the only gods we worship now
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| are the ones who shine the most
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| attracted by the light we dive
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| into the empire of the lost
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| we are the children of rust
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| we are a sight for the gods
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| the pride of creation
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| we are the children of dust
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| we are the seekers of lust
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| a proud but breathless nation
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| that’s what we are
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| a proud but breathless nation |