| Saw through through the doors of a brave new world
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| Like
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| Distorted enormously in the mist of orders
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| Fuck, we…
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| They kept tryin' to
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| gonna find
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| How do I know if I can trust you if we’re even here?
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| Do I trust in what in touch, in what I taste, in what I see, in what I hear?
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| Somethin' I believe, some hidden truth on the inside, but it’s unclear…
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| The last word of the first question
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| How exactly do we define another’s perception of perfection?
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| Do we keep lookin' for the answer?
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| Do we research? |
| Do we learn lessons?
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| GG
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| What you perceive to be a belief
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| Cause my perception is unique to me
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| Don’t try to compete with me
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| We can never compare this life equally
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| Cause nothing defines what seems to be stuck in divided frequencies
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| concept of a mind
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| I’ve got the vibe for this modern life
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| Seven billion people all with different perceptions
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| Can’t comprehend it, it’s too complex to mention
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| Beyond your comprehension
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| This quest to define ultimate direction
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| Is like broadcasting a broadcast from an alternate dimension
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| It’s quite
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| The mind never got designed for this high tension
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| And my essence, celestial body ready for the disectin'
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| It’s all black and white, right? |
| No
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| I live life inside a kaleidescope
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| I ain’t got the kinda for «My Own Private Idaho»
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| I don’t know if I can go the higher road
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| We lookin' for truth and although we do
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| Just nobody been able to find it though
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| Whoa
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| How we to be confined
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| And lookin' hopin' to find
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| Somethin' that can’t be defined
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| On this rock we all…
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Probably can’t be confined
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| To 's gonna find
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| Somethin' that can be defined!
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| You’d wonder what’d be like
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| To see life through another person’s eyes
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| Maybe the sky it’d be burnt and bright
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| The whole world it’d turn me blind
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| But my head is my head alone
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| My brain’s lookin' for a better home
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| And to let it know there’s nowhere to go
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| will never know
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| Stuck with this perception, ha?
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| Must be misdirection, yup
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| Cursed with interjections at the fucker who invented us
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| God dammed god
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| Every prayer’s met with the wrong answer
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| I just wanna know if truth exists or if it’s just a phantom
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| How do I know what yet is true?
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| How do I know the difference between red and blue?
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| How do I know if red for me is red for you?
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| And where to move?
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| And every step that’s ahead of you
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| Presents a sepparate sets of truths
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| Turnin' you in a new direction you never knew
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| And these avenues never attempt to explain how they up
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| Was it, somethin' in the
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| Or was it the way you were up? |
| Or…
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| Is it hidden in an inner area in your mind
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| In a memory that we can never find
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| And if so, then why the fuck are we looking for order?
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| This is nothing but a rehersal
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| She might see eyes in the fire
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| But I see «Smoke on the Water» like Deep Purple
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| In a fever of synesthesia that colors my retina display
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| Far beyond a Macintosh laptop Retina Display
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| So let’s play!
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| Whoa
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| How we to be confined
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| And lookin' hopin' to find
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| Somethin' that can’t be defined
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| On this rock we all
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Wow
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| Probably can’t be confined
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| 's gonna find
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| Somethin' that can’t be defined!
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| You world ain’t my world
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| And my world ain’t your world
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| In fact what I know I don’t know cause I unlearn
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| You life ain’t my life cause my life is mine
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| What I see you don’t cause reality ain’t defined
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| Reality ain’t defined
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| In every space and time
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| Yo, it’s been in your state of mind
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| On a synesthesian lights
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| If the answer’s this crazy life
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| Just headin' straight for the sky
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| If the heavenly gates are wide
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| There’s a hell a wait in the line |