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The subtle hum of machines underground |
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A cosmic journey through the volatile mind |
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Close your eyes and hear the voice afar |
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The soft whispers of the chemical sun |
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A fleet of missiles in the picturesque sky |
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Your white body lying under the sun |
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From the open wounds the future runs |
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Like soft whispers of the chemical sun |
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From open wounds |
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Our future runs |
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You are cold but your eyes still stare |
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The passing bodies in the river red |
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We shall wake you when the moment comes |
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With soft whispers of the chemical sun |
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From open wounds |
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Our future runs |
