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Restless and full of hell |
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You've received the sun |
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Where the holy mother machine |
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Caresses you incestuously |
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Sucking her cancerous breast |
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You drank the life... of others |
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That you called dreams |
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[Chorus I:] |
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Among plastic messiahs |
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Behind fake true love |
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Between masters with feet of clay |
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Beneath this hunger you've got |
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Cross now your grey empire |
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On your desolated chariot |
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With the armour of gods |
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To protect your insignificance |
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Hypnotic lucidity |
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Freezes the blood on your wires |
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To learn the electric movements |
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Of the sacred heart-engine |
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Betraying and leaving |
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Those nailed children of thought |
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By this self-catalepsy |
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Their wings, flesh and bones |
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Became your throne |
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Your dream sectary is symmetric to what I still love |
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But there's a difference you don't know |
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Between dusk and dawn |
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Because plastic messiahs |
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Or fake true loves |
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Or masters with feet of clay |
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Can't calm this hunger you've got. |
