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So this is your life |
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This is your world |
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In a lullaby to a ghetto |
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Where you murder boys and girls |
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Ashes of a butterfly |
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On a blood-soaked wand |
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Painted, all decorated |
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Absent and missing |
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Like secret dreams |
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And broken promises |
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Like all our dead |
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And thoroughbred |
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Let the absence of life begin |
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To form an ash |
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And diamond lake |
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Revisionist, rust-torn and red |
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Black sun baked |
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Frank eyes never lie |
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They weep and shine |
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With that emptiness |
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Feral inside them |
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That mirrors can't define |
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Don't look to god |
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He's turned away |
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Savaged by the smell |
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Of the first of seven days |
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So this is your life |
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This is your world |
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In a lullaby to a ghetto |
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Where you murder boys and girls |
