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I dream... |
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and the laws of the world breathe cold, weakening to die |
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And I watch... |
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I watch the codes of life split in two as the open their arms for me and you |
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And as they scream as faces of pain betrayed as tears by the rain |
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And as they sing, they sing your name. |
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And as they sing as tounges of lies of deceit and of pain |
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It's our God the Drugs |
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That twists within and is trying to win |
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It's our God the Drugs |
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It's a new world code of bliss dressed in skin |
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I live but the storm of my heart bleeds of life and of hunger |
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And I'll die... |
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And the doors of perception are naked for darkness to take |
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And as they call as voices of wonder for secrets and truth |
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And as they die so trashed and neglected... yet with a saint's sympathy |
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It's our God the Drugs |
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That twists within and is trying to win |
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It's our God the Drugs |
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It's a new world code of bliss dressed in skin |
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Yet we breathe... terror to some, heaven to others. |
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What do angels dream, do angels sleep, do demons dream of darkness deep? |
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It's our God the Drugs |
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That twists within and is trying to win |
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It's our God the Drugs |
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It's a new world code of bliss dressed in skin |
