| Congratulations on the mess you made of things
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| On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings
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| And oxidation is the compromise you own
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| But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved
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| You force your fire then you falsify your deeds
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| Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
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| And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
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| But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead
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| This is beginning to feel like the long
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| winded blues of the never
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| This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly
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| and finding a throat to choke
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| This is beginning to feel like the long
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| winded blues of the never
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| Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture
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| and blowing the crows, the smoke
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| This is beginning to feel like the long
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| winded blues of the never
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| Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken
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| and shoving their souls to ghost
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| Eternalized, objectified
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| You set your sights so high
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| But this is beginning to feel like
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| the bolt busted loose from the lever
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| Never you mind
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| Death professor
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| Your structure's fine
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| My dust is better
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| Your victim flies so high
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| All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next
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| Never you mind
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| Death professor
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| Love is life
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| My love is better
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| Eyes could be the diamonds
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| Confused with who's next
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| Never you mind
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| Death professor
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| Your shocks are fine
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| My struts are better
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| Your fiction flies so high
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| Y'all could use a doctor
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| Who's sick, who's next?
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| Never you mind
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| Death professor
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| Electrified, my love is better
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| It's crystallized, so'm I
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| All could be the diamond
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| Fused with who's next
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| This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
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| This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
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| This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |