| No sun for the grey children
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| Waiting to catch the strange
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| Airy notions of that place
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| Now they evolutions
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| Means their brain mutations
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| The wider is the comprehension
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| The deeper and stronger is the illusion
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| They’re no more material
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| Since they’re invisible
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| High pressure inside me
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| Erasure, I’m empty
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| With their talk, they fill me
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| Now I walk, so brainy
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| Who’s in my head, hiding themselves
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| It hurts me so, it’s a brainscan
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| Who’s it instead, instead myself
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| I hate it so, it’s a brain scan
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| Creeping in your double mind
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| There’s nothing they can’t find
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| You’ve lost all your energy
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| Not able to set you free
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| They will own you just like me
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| Just like me, just like me…
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| High pressure inside me
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| Erasure, I’m empty
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| With their talk, they fill me
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| Now I walk, so brainy
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| Sometimes I feel
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| Their cold presence
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| Checking my mind, it’s a brain scan
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| Sometimes my soul
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| Can’t reach a sense
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| This head is mine, it’s a brain scan
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| Don’t ask’em to give a break
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| You can’t even close the gate
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| Passing through both hemispheres
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| Searching in all memories
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| Knowing what’s inside of me
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| Side of me, side of me…
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| Perceptive entity
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| Emotive synergy
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| Hyper-detection
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| Suck out the reason
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| Is there something I could feel
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| Translucid language
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| Reflect the new age
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| Words are a limitation
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| Locking me out of my skull
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| Something without physical
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| Disturbing my frequency
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| Terminate identity
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| Me, I, myself out of me
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| Out of me, out of me… |