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My mind beats on |
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My mind beats on |
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But no words come |
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To this perceiving head |
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This germ of all |
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All gnaw on |
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To be gone |
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The mad house of the shrieking skull |
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Am I more |
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Than just a noise |
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Just a noise |
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Than just a noise the brain makes |
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Plagued by apperception |
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Cacophony infesting |
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This cold dark lifeless space |
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The non-stop riffs of the waking mind |
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There is nothing in the mind |
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Except the mind itself |
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Profounds of mind buried in who knows what of mindlessness |
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But who can I talk to if I can't talk to you |
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But I shall never be silent |
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A consciousness watching itself |
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You plague me every single day |
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Heinous |
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Tenebrous |
