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Doctor, I've read your last diagnosis |
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About my pathology, this chimera which obsesses you |
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Are you serious when you call me psychotic |
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Just because my reality is not yours |
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I would be insane for that, look at your world |
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You live behind a wall of lies |
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Your children born in laboratory |
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Developed in bottles, fed with plastic |
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You dare to call it progress |
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[Chorus:] |
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Are you so far from insanity? |
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The physical inferiority increased by the slow destruction |
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Of your body with old age, illness and death |
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These are ill's I've never dread |
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You work so hard to cause your own ruin |
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Colonize environment as a never sated parasite |
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Finding your pleasure in pain of the others |
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Domination you can enforce |
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Because I refuse this state |
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This human nature which chains up to eternal mediocrity |
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You think I'm deranged, affected by disease |
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Psychotic as if I was blind to the world |
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Blind to the world |
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I just wait my rebirth in a superior entity |
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To all these creeping larva, reminiscent of naught |
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[Chorus] |