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Take a look at your brand new life. |
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Do you feel warm? |
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Does it give you some relief? |
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I stretch my hand out, |
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Knocking the wall again. |
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Light's hiding elsewhere. |
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The state of prowsiness in me |
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Undefeated, but I'm still alive. |
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Cold space confusion. |
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Senseless reiteration of pain. |
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Devouring the space. |
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Can you get over this day? |
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Silent breath of electrodotes. |
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Worm-ridden sound. |
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Pain is coming, sublimation. |
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I'm the woodworm in this pathetic piece of junk. |
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Alive to testify. |
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Supreme chancellor of hate. |
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Keep my secret, wall up my gate |
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With sickening anger. |
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Won't ignore the blue flame. |
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Transmission of a million nerves alive. |
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Bowing down before a new god. |
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Charisma through incineration of pulp alive. |
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Turned into coal, you're on my flame. |
