| I wake up in a motherfucking new world
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| Standing next to huge pearls
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| Getting summoned in the dark by blue girls
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| The sky is red, I am dead
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| But my soul hovers above me with strings attached
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| These girls tugging on me but my soul’s tryna bring me back
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| When all of a sudden the strings relapse
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| My nails are breaking off in resistance of what awaits me
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| These girls whisper slowly, «You are ours for the taking.»
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| Rest my head go to bed in a deep slumber
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| This Sleep Number got me feeling like my sleep’s numbered
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| Wake up to 5 moons in a saloon with 5 goons
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| It’s high noon and the girls on this planet here shine blue
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| Tensions starting to rise in the heart of this red room
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| Can’t help but think to myself that someone’s gon' die soon
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| Feel like somebody’s watching from a distance with high zoom
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| Feel their eyes stalking, ready to bring me to my room
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| In this morbid depiction I see George from a distance
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| I thought my voice was too hoarse for him to listen
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| I hear a familiar voice in an unfamiliar place
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| Stone faced, gasping for breath before they take him away
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| Finally, George looks my direction, and I’m hoping
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| He can make something happen 'fore they cook my intestines
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| Here’s an object to grant us protection, there
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| This is a bottle, perfect to pose as a weapon
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| I see a glass projectile fly over these bitches
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| It broke into crystals and started ripping holes through these bitches
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| Demon blood in a graphic depiction, I tackle these women
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| And free them from their savage position from lack of resistance
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| These bitches on the floor now, posing no threat
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| I wake up with my chest bumping in a cold sweat
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| Still in the Dreamworld, gun blast to the head
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| Go to the ground shaking just to wake up in my bed |