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They swarm, whenever you're on |
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For others, they swarm without an on or off |
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Self-sufficients breed best always on |
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Ignore, but bioforced never to bypass a swarm |
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Overfed the self with their faith, tried to tear it all off |
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But could not, it all stayed on |
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Strapped myself to the faces that'll never give me anything more |
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On or Off |
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On or Off |
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Somehow I always turn it off |
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But |
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I'd rather live a lie that's always on |
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Upright |
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They form their walls |
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They had their eyes carved out |
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To lead their own |
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They've got an iron vision |
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And they only make room |
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For those self-sufficients who never choose |
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Upright |
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They all grind on |
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My own internals scream that I won't fit their mold |
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But they're so self-sufficient |
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They're bred so well |
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That I just wanna smash through and pretend I'm them and now: |
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Uptight |
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They've all just stalled |
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Their eyes all upon me |
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Waiting to swarm |
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Now I'm a self-sufficient |
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I've built myself well |
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But they will never swarm, |
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Oh they will never swarm |
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But I have no complaints, no |
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I made a promise I could never undertake |
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This corner always served me well |
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But I... |
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I can't beat the swarm |
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Get ahead, get a life, get a face, get anything |
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Just stay the **** away from me |
