| You’re an illusion in a world of disillusion
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| Gold made from a distant, ancient fusion
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| You’re the crown of creation as we know it
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| But given just a bit more rope and you’ll blow it
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| I might exaggerate to say this city’s burning
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| But when you’re sleeping safe and sound the world’s still turning
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| The trivialities are there to entertain you
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| To cozily stop thinking 'bout what they do
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| Throw your diamonds down the drain
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| You packed the craked porcelain
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| Chain, unchain, the dirt is your domain
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| Don’t fuck with my brain
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| All wars start in rooms where big men meet
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| But are always fought and lost or won on the street
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| No one’s never gonna start a revolution from bed
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| Put your theories to practise and you’ll wind up dead
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| You’ve got the freedom to choose what you wanna see
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| But the bottom in you is the bottom in me
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| The rock might be thrown from many different heights
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| But always falls to the same floor through dim red lights
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| Throw your diamonds down the drain
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| You packed the cracked porcelain
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| Chain, unchain, the dirt is your domain
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| Don’t fuck with my brain
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| Throw your demons down the well
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| Where once the brightest angel fell
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| Make your wishes, put your spell
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| But don’t fuck with my hell |