| Ripping through flesh, the poison you are
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| Above this secret tomb, lies life beyond
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| A branch with roots and rotten leafs
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| Come earn a token, the cripple you are
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| Obey the mighty, surrender where you are
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| Plastic views, through sand itself
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| I do not hear
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| It’s been screaming out from nowhere
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| At least for some there has been no place to enter
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| I do move you through this path, to enter the sounds, the claring mist
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| Awake now I see these tals of another day
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| Where do these drops return?
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| Or do they absorb this earth
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| A glance at you through your crystal dreams feeling satisfied as I return
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| As simple once thought, for one an arrow
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| Cripple manifest, lift your spirits high
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| Absolute if seen to fly, crumble now, you’re bound to die
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| To rot in this forest, you just can’t be right
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| Intruder, it’s all you are to me
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| I do not hear |