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Go ahead burn what you can't hide. |
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It's a matter of fact. |
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Try to unlearn what's clear to the eye. |
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We gotta rewrite. |
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But fact don't fit. |
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We're out of fingers. |
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We recount the dead. |
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We're counting on our hands. |
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Two makes one now. |
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We shower in your blood and crawl inside you. |
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You harden in our form like statues. |
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Alone in this place. |
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The others are gone. |
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I wire the base. |
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They say push on. |
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The fire's in my lungs. |
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The salt's in my eyes. |
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I take my best shot. |
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I'm shot!Fact and fictions all blurred to fit them. |
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The ceaseless hum. |
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Drone.Drone. |
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The factory drum. |
