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I've swallowed my quarry |
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And now lie paralyzed |
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With assimilation's pain |
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And indulgence's misshapen form |
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I am a snake |
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And I will resume |
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My contours |
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Then I'll hunt again |
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There really is no choice |
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How do we survive |
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I like to think I surprise myself |
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But that's a tired joke |
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I watch myself as I do my best |
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No drama anymore |
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When reason turns to riot gear |
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There's no control, I lose myself again |
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These maniacal rituals that got me going, but just |
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How do you survive |
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So sudden are my movements |
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Not a drop of blood is spilled |
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I'm quiet beneath the roaring sun |
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I leave my signature scrawled softly in the sand |
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The only trace of a dead obsession |
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'Cuz I'm a snake |
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And I will resume |
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My contours |
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Then I'll hunt again |
