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To laugh, to cry...To have lived once and have died |
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A thousand times inside of gallons of wine |
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To have rose from the dead with a rose on ya head |
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with dirt you smirk, wiping off ya shirt |
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To fallen asleep to warring under sheets |
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To having lifemares with real people trying holding you beneath |
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Is right here, To you needing the Priest |
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Preacher pastor or prophet or pistol |
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Prayer words catapult above the candle light |
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As the stim fizzles above the sharing wombs |
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Sharing rooms to separated when they were in the tombs |
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To the Stars talk to each other above it |
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Or are they just exploding? We need a God to hug us |
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The paranormal, Psychic Evaluation |
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Small alphabet on the valiums I'm taking |
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Lost souls run to that black mountain escaping |
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The dark lord Sith on the spitten rhymes |
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To the world could adapt, I feel trapped, I feel trapped... |
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The flesh shell can excel, Only inhale & exhale to death impales |
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The zombie of darkness losing conscience - Tunnel-vision |
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He's lungs slow line he listens to angels your body angled and stiffened |
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Shell hatched, cosmic seed is risen to Godly prison |
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Don't get it right we back to the foetal position |
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Then is the foetus submission, thugs and Christians |
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From bald-headed and wet to spanking to a blanked |
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To a name it, to train it, to game it, to sustain it |
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To anguish the famous the nameless |
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To water drawing up to raining |
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It's the figure eight til' we get it straight |
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The S shape to connect to the opposite way |
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The number 8 double ciphers, what's troubling a writer? |
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Fears Illusion, prepared you in confusion |
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What's my conclusion or what's the solution? |
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Real music! Take the heartbeat and loop it! |
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Autotune all the moons put the pro-tools |
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Put the mic to the Sun, sing vocals |
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See the world can adapt, no escaping, I feel trapped... |
