| my lungs can choose to not breath right
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| and form collective with the eyes so i lose sight
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| of everything around me
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| i grab hold tight
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| and let my heart beat strange in spite
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| of all the lies around me
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| my head’s not right
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| and i might lose my life tonight
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| crawling round on carpeted ground
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| and losing articles of clothing
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| seems like particles are growing
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| you can’t turn down or tune it out
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| it’s in my spine my crooked spine
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| connected to a fragile mind
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| have to lie down now
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| can’t let the wall that holds your back
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| be the place they come and find your cold corpse at
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| covered in a towel
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| no need in fact
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| to let these voices scream like stacks
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| of overdriven marshalls
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| my ribs could crack
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| but my head will stay intact
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| lights they flash, brain cells will smash
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| and cause a flickerin'
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| my head will get more sick of it
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| these veins pump fast, but soon they’ll crash
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| an empty body lacking movement for the party
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| the bathroom’s trashed, it’s been a blast |