| Here’s my only dream
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| While I breathe dopamine
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| My creature’s cunning
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| It walks the road between sense and amphetamine
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| Clearly an ominous presence
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| Seraphs belong only to the ones who wait
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| I can feel it combine me
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| Merging all of my instincts with the withering beast
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| We dance around in a ring and suppose
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| But the secret sits in the middle and knows
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| Skies are ashen, dim summer stench
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| Uncontrollable aesthetics relapse this twilight as dawn
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| Faster, suppressor, a silent storm approaching
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| Behold a black-chalked figurine — it speaks to me in tongues
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| I resist my dislocation
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| Automatic integration of forgotten flaws and imperfections
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| Amplification of this endlessness
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| These words form a knife of cold
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| And pierce the heart of the unloving echoes of departure
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| My will bends as a twig in the wind
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| Decipher unwritten laws of coded existence
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| I’m naked in the cold
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| Strangely amused by conformity
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| Caught with a strange desire
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| I’m both promise and lie
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| Build to receive
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| Conductor of hours
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| A clockwork
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| A grim device built to undo
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| Erase a lifetime
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| Creator of ends
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| Now death sets a thing significant
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| The eye had hurried by
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| Years become a second when thoughts collide with memories
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| The stitches stopped themselves
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| And then it was put among the dust
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| The center of self
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| Equation of life
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| The less you resist
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| The less you’ve erased
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| I fear the ghosts of all that would be
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| There is no closure
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| I heed the call of millions of others who fight the giant
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| One second alone has brought me thunder |