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I feel it right at the heart of me |
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and it grips me physically |
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Dragging down so far below |
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And it's a violent vertigo |
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Digging it in like a parasite |
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Feeding off what I keep inside |
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Manifest when I'm throwing trust |
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To the cold and the nebulous |
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Something's changing |
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Re-arranging me |
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Just beginning |
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my own surgery |
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i'll cut away everything |
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And tear away everything |
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Confining |
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Defining |
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i'll cut away everything |
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And tear away everything |
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And i'll escape myself |
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I cast off what it means to be |
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Ruled by the happening |
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Moving past the experience |
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Never dwell on the evidence |
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Breaking it off of the identity |
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i come and kill it when i contravene |
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i'm dissolving all of this |
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In the full metamorphosis |
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Something's changing |
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Re-arranging me |
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Amputating |
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what I no longer need |
