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Here's my only dream |
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While I breathe dopamine |
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My creature's cunning |
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It walks the road between sense and amphetamine. |
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Clearly an ominous presence |
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Seraphs belong only to the ones who wait |
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I can feel it combine me |
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Merging all of my instincts with the withering beast. |
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We dance around in a ring and suppose |
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But the secret sits in the middle and knows |
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Skies are ashen, dim summer stench |
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Uncontrollable aesthetics relapse this twilight as dawn. |
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Faster, suppressor, a silent storm approaching |
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Behold a black-chalked figurine - it speaks to me in tongues |
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I resist my dislocation |
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Automatic integration of forgotten flaws and imperfections |
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Amplification of this endlessness |
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These words form a knife of cold |
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And pierce the heart of the unloving echoes of departure |
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My will bends as a twig in the wind. |
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Decipher unwritten laws of coded existence |
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I'm naked in the cold. |
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Strangely amused by conformity |
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Caught with a strange desire |
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I'm both promise and lie. |
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Build to receive |
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Conductor of hours |
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A clockwork |
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A grim device built to undo |
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Erase a lifetime |
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Creator of ends. |
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Now death sets a thing significant |
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The eye had hurried by |
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Years become a second when thoughts collide with memories |
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The stitches stopped themselves |
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And then it was put among the dust. |
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The center of self |
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Equation of life |
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The less you resist |
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The less you've erased. |
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I fear the ghosts of all that would be |
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There is no closure |
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I heed the call of millions of others who fight the giant |
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One second alone has brought me thunder. |
