| Fate plays a swan song, sweet staccato
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| Deep sterling silver bullet, leather bomber or Prada
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| No fabric can protect you from the magic I let loose
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| I’m Fantasia on acid. |
| Let the phantom possess you
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| I practice patterns of aquatic caverns, deep sea pressure
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| Crush submarines to dust. |
| Periscope up
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| The widow maker, windows painted black on the Winnebago
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| Tunnel vision to our support. |
| Want a report from the front line
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| Airborne regiment static line. |
| Base jump based on cones and cylinders
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| Poems that I’ve thrown confuse the Riddler
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| Bones break and skin bruises. |
| Everybody’s similar
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| Human beings intriguing. |
| Never shoot the messenger
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| No constraints. |
| Restraints for the safety of the passenger
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| Roller coaster closer to coma than you’re supposed to be
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| Amusement park of abusive arts. |
| Seek the recipe
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| Who can’t feel me inside?
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| You can’t tell me real men don’t cry
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| Let’s not pretend in the end we don’t die
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| I hope when I go they send me up high
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| And we won’t give up the fight
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| I’ll follow the light and stay up all night
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| In the end we all die
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| I hope when I go they send me up high
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| I like to live life without my girl
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| Life’s fucked so I hide from the outside world
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| I’m stuck in this place and I just can’t help it
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| Plan my escape but I still seek shelter
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| You must have felt that I’m self abusive
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| Lie to myself when I make new excuses
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| When I’m by myself I can change what the truth is
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| So I stay inside. |
| That’s why I’m reclusive
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| Box of movies, Boxes of popcorn
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| Big bag of weed. |
| Nice girls in my hot tub
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| I’m deep into this hibernation
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| Look into the mirror like please be patient
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| Write with a vest on. |
| It’s kind of intense
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| Danger’s probably walking on the other side of my fence
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| Something pointed at the door. |
| I’m going out of my head
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| One of the ways to look at life is that we already dead
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| One of our brothers got killed. |
| That’s the first saint gone
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| Hopefully the last if we all stay strong
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| Young veteran, bonded by friendship
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| Honor and vengeance. |
| We arm for protection |