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A new army in the yard with all their discarded hearts |
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You dare to redefine a subtle line to refine a design |
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Her coal and oil boils under the soil a serpent coils |
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To ensure it's planning to strike at anything it likes or for that matter dislikes |
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It displays its level of distaste across its face - you he wants to erase |
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And you know he will do so, just takes the time, until it shows |
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And I have no idea why they are them |
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And I have no idea why they are them |
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It's buried in the sands of Egypt the way they killed them that's the way that they'll kill us I know |
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I hear the code so openly spoken like all 206 of my brittle bones are being broken |
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It's blatant yeah it's oh so prolific in the unseen hieroglyphics it's horrific |
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Seeps in and out like winter man-made smooth wood will eventually splinter |
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A new army in the yard and the barricades they plan to bombard |
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You dare to redesign a hill's incline climbing a slippery vine |
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Her layers of surface shake, wiggling in place, their tension displaced |
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No pain in scratching an itch, but when the tickle's gone |
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And I have no idea why they are them |
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And I have no idea why they are them |
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It's buried in the sands of Egypt the way they killed them that's the way that they'll kill us I know |
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I hear the code so openly spoken like all 206 of my brittle bones are being broken |
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It's obtrusive yeah it's oh so prolific in the unseen hieroglyphics it's horrific |
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Seeps in and out like winter man-made smooth wood will eventually splinter |
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A smoke plume begins to bloom |
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My eyes are shocked and raising up towards the sky. |
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I know why we're all going to die |
