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When you infuse that feeling of guilt |
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Claim your authorship of the world |
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A brightened orchard of truth |
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To burn your trenchant eyes |
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Your supremacy breaks down |
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You rattle on the floor |
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Giving you what you deserve |
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But still you wish for more |
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My cordless connection to your spine |
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Rewind all visuals but keep the sound |
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Every little twitch of my fingers |
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Pulsates in each piece of your mind |
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Fragile emperor battered down |
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Floating in the void of lost thoughts |
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Bitterly you sting spears into me |
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But Merely rash my face |
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Gone in a wormhole and no one |
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Knew your name |