| I was scarred from the rocks
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| Slipping on the slopes of Mars
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| Lying in the cave
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| With the ants and bugs
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| Swattings blowflies from around my mouth
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| While the crickets croak
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| And my bowels turn over to choke
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| Ripples reflect back upon the waterfall
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| I’m distant
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| I dance in the shadows
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| Top to bottom instincts show
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| Tunnel vision above and below
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| Indulging in this sonic turbulence
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| Feel it lifting from inside my intestines
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| As my ears pop an' blow
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| And I’m overthrown
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| By gravity, vertigo
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| Turbines whistle and blow
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| As I let you go
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| Fiddling my thumbs
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| Always stuck amongst
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| Underneath this gruelling undertow
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| But I know it’s not his fault
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| I never asked for his insights on religious wisdom
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| To be preaching tunnel vision
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| To be seeking something different
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| Alterations start fading
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| As the deadline comes-a racin'
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| We’re all chasin' any kind of stimulation
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| Fit for this crystal generation
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| Tunnel vision
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| Loopholes in the system
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| Some might say he’s a born again Christian
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| But know it’s not his fault
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| I never asked for his insights on religious wisdom
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| Signs my own tunnel vision
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| To discover something was missing
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| Tunnel vision
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| Loopholes in the system
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| Some might say he’s a born again Christian
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| But I know it’s not his fault
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| I never asked for his religious wisdom
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| Preaching tunnel vision
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| Seeking something different |