| Crawl in a world
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| With a vision thing
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| They drool on the floor
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| In the translucent reality
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| Hallucinations are tying me to the floor
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| And making me bleed deep down inside
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| Into the vision
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| Went through the wall a sight
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| Into a window pane
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| Of pain, but you’re lifeless and you’re poor
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| And your life is on fire
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| It bleeds the sign of life
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| Is here for you
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| For you
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| Grinding sound
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| Of bone hitting pavement
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| Mucous drips
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| Out of this long nailed hand
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| To a cross where it bleeds
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| Push you down into the sound
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| No boring vision, helpless sign
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| No bloody cross, it’s genocide
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| No bloody vision in my mind
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| 'Cause it’s over here, it’s genocide
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| See it fade, through looking glass
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| Into the wall where you were last
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| A vision of an image
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| Image, dragged into the time
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| Scanning sub-space frequencies
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| Scanning sub-space frequencies
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| Now we’re all in this ship of death
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| Running down the universe
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| Where the cross is into you
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| Right into you, right through you
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| Crawl back into your hole
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| Where you came in, down
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| Now you see
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| Shakespeare was a dream
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| In you once, and all I get
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| Is civil war, with bloody hands
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| With nothing but a war and brainless
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| Kill, kill, kill
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| Now Christ, Christ, Christ
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| Velvet, acid, hallucination Christ
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| Velvet, acid Elvis tears apart
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| Oh, Oh, Christ, Christ, Christ
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| Kneel to the field, then kneel at the altar
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| And hold up the head which you cut fresh
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| From the klan of nothing
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| You hold this cum
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| Hold this gun
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| It’s in your cut off arms
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| Velvet acid Christ
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| Christ, push into lips
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| Feel the vomit, sick shit
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| Your lost law
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| And maggots festering
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| Bacterial infection
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| Viral conjection |