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(Slug) |
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Where those two walls and that ceiling meet |
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Where you'll be peeling me from when the dreams become abilities |
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The trilogy of growth, I'm at the second level |
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Where every word is special and I'm lost inside the echo |
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So when it settles I touch that third stage |
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I shut these mental shackles and blast my way out of that birdcage |
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Earthquake signifies an active foundation |
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Its got the posture aching keeps my head out of these constellations |
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From this high I may identify the obstacles |
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When I get this high my head becomes a hospital |
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Voices bitching and bickering, complaining that they sick and injured |
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bleeding and hungry (give me my tourniquets) |
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Feed 'em nourishment and included |
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with a diluted juice and bruised fruits I distributed |
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Who knew they wounds would heal so quick |
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Who knew the passion would become fashion |
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and get them fastened onto the dick (shhh) |
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Might as well have let them penetrate |
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The view from here has shook me |
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Looking at rookies that try to emulate |
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Take the time to break the rhymes down for what you gather |
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Only after will I climb to the rafter without my ladder |
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(Sole) |
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Stability, overseer, stand over, ability |
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Hover, provide contraceptive in meteor showers |
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The sky is falling, the earth is collapsing, seas freeze |
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Seize my support structure you stammer |
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I may shake up, provide shade upon your living mass |
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Granted 'em granite with a limestone trim |
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So your epicenter splinters to shambles while the lights turn dim |
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Sheep stop bellowing hug your teddy bears |
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And stand towards the light in my center |
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Cynical minds mind your master |
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It's only a shame to live off slide landing on your backside |
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Who needs to walk? |
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You lame men spend all of your time inside |
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I see it all |
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I saw it all |
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I encase it all |
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And with all my power they should have built more columns for me |
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The ball still rolling |
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There's only two pins left brother |
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With above or upon, I promise to always provide some cover |
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Quit breathing so much |
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This ain't comfortable for me |
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But I was more affordable than the ones they built in the early 90s |
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Oh my, look at those memories, listen to them complain |
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Some bitch about champagne |
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Others talk about how they should have took the train |
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Regardless of your stature, status or economical bubble |
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I'm still on top of your world even if it's a pile of rubble |
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[Chorus] |
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Dripping through (Dose One) |
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Dripping through (Slug) |
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Walking On (Dose One) |
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Walking On (Slug) |
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Hanging From (Dose One) |
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Hanging From (Slug) |
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Peeling Off (Dose One) |
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Peeling Off (Slug) |
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Repeat |
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(Dose One) |
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What in the name of human built these ceilings? |
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How industrious it must have been |
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Awful continuous to span those reaches and rings |
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Not a wall empty space, only between |
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No corner, ceiling, the lid perceived on a system of physical laws |
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How high, height being among the first three |
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You can't touch it goes on to stretch an unexplainable |
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Linear roof of instance |
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To relative for shelter |
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Its protection purposes our challenge to existence |
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Hold, will it hold? |
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And for how long? |
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With such holes tearing into nowhere |
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Justifies nothing we define |
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Or travel as fast as to distinct |
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To make it vast it surrounds our absolute upper limits |
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Our reference comprises are synchronistic |
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Tock, tick tock, thank it for your fears |
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And lows know if it starts or stops |
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Tick tock, rest beneath the safety |
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It can only prop |
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It's not sturdy |
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Old weep, the honorable made of tick tick tock |
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It's above with under, in, structure and stronger than our nails, words, |
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ages, beams, any watch |
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Tick, tick, tick, tock, tock, tock, tock |
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(Alias) |
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I've experienced been a witness to many happenings up to this point |
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Life and death have passed my eyes on both occasions they anoint |
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In the beginning I looked down and I witnessed birth |
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But confined to my position I never realized what it was worth |
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I never realized the beauty it expounds and the emotions it induces |
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Never realized what true love |
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What sometimes no love at all produces |
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Never realized what I was going to see in my adventures of now |
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But realized I was in for a lot of sightseeing so somehow |
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I didn't pay much attention to the positive aspects of things |
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Only victims of stabbings and shootings to who the fat lady sings |
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They say they're on their way out as they pass through me |
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Hoping each time they could take me with them so I could see |
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A different aspect of the world perhaps above the buildings |
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But letdown every time they told me |
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that they were not willing to take someextra baggage |
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As they chillingly referred to I |
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Perhaps I'll never leave this place |
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So now all I do is sigh and think who was I? But I was so misled |
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That I only showed my interest in souls that were covered in red |
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Now I look back and I feel I was cheated with precision |
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The different aspect that I had longed for was so clearly in my vision |
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Got sick and tired of negativity and I was due for a change |
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But never figured out that I needed not to rearrange |
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It was all before me and I could have seen life as well |
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Now my one-track mind has only stories that no one wants me to tell |
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[Chorus] |
