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The archaic and heavy words |
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From the stone age |
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Drag and lead me, to a mental city |
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Metropolis with streets, of rare smells |
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Where my steps become strange |
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And sounds are tiny |
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A place where titanium lips |
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Kiss and cover my skin |
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Crumpled by the flogging |
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Of a rending sensuality |
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A place where they created |
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Abraxas from ice and fire |
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And they believe only what |
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Their eyes see |
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It's a glass ball viewing the future |
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Like a witch vomiting a nasty past |
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And a wizard made of a lovely essence |
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Contaminates a wide and square mind |
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Sometimes when they find me there |
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I'm present but in a million places lost |
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Looking for colossal forces to build |
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The everlasting tears |
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I have never dropped |
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As the piano notes, sound like a poisonous fluid |
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This trip becomes sad, and ****ing hard |
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Now the dream is not a quiet walk |
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It is a pyramidal nightmare that lifts me |
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To its zenith and throws me down |
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Because this false reality shows me |
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The reason I'm in this town |
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Because this false reality shows me |
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The reason I fell |