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You're an illusion in a world of disillusion |
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Gold made from a distant ancient fusion |
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You're the crown of creation as we know it |
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But given just a bit more rope and you'll blow it |
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I might exaggerate to say this city's burning |
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But when you're sleeping safe and sound the worlds's still turning |
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The trivialities are there to entertain you |
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To cozily stop thinking 'bout what they do |
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Throw your diamonds down the drain |
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You packed the cracked porcelain |
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Chain, unchain, the dirt is your domain |
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Don't fuck my brain |
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All wars start in rooms where big men meet |
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But are always fought and lost or won on the street |
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No one's never gonna start a revolution from bed |
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Put your theories to practise and you'll wind up dead |
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You've got the freedom to choose what you wanna see |
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But the bottom in you is the bottom in me |
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The rock might be thrown from many different heights |
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But always falls to the same floor through dimmed lights |
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Throw your diamonds down the drain |
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You packed the cracked porcelain |
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Chain, unchain, the dirt is your domain |
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Don't fuck with my brain |
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Throw your demons down the well |
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Where once the brightest angel fell |
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Make your wishes, put your spells |
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But don't fuck with my hell |
