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You'll breach to the side of insanity, |
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Stick inside the mind a slow vanity, |
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Stuck behind a mask of inhumanity, |
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Claim insanity. |
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It's my profanity. |
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Stay inside yet claim your empty, |
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Feel the rain outside your entity. |
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But you still feel, |
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There's no one else. |
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So open up, the memory departed, |
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Unfortunate conformity, |
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It's hard to believe, |
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Something founded so corrupt. |
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Ironic how the figureheads would burn. |
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We'll say, |
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We'll stay, |
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Open your fucking eyes. |
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In the skies, I'll carve your name, |
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Tear it apart, just to gain control. |
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Your tears are ecstasy, |
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Can you take me higher? |
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Check 1,2 |
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Now all my flaws seem to go away, |
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There's nothing anymore even though they stay. |
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A false shield protects me from my flies, |
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The pins and needles of the mind, |
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Had a better way to hide, tie and bind it, |
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With a simple mind set. |
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Now all has gone, |
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So I look elsewhere even though I'm wrong. |
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I stop. |
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I scream to the left, |
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I spit to the right. |
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This was never the way I wanted, |
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All's illusion haven't earned my flight. |
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A few hours later and the shield is gone, |
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This is me and I'm in the wrong. |
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But on the trip, shit I love that song, |
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You're either flying or holding on. |
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Pull back, your heart starts to race, |
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There's nothing to it, put the gun in your face. |
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Lean back and screw up your eyes, |
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Everything slows as you're ready to die |
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Touch on your tongue, awaiting unknown, |
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Never been so conscious and feeling alone. |
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Drink Jack, there's no hope in my eyes, |
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But when I am dead I will feel so alive. |
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We can feel, fly, it sends us into the skies. |
