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Function it will not |
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Slate barters a process stagnant and weary |
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Shut my eyes dont look |
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Shove your face upon the wall |
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Hey you the falsetto |
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Start praying for daylight |
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Punch every wall this is knowing the will to die |
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I used to open my eyes before i experienced it concentrate |
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I always saw in the corner of the room a small apparatus looking to kill me |
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I closed my optics and saw the overwhelming presence haunting screaming the vision |
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Relief in capsule form |
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I awoke and swallowed a thousand pills per second |
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This is knowing the will to die |
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I knew you would come happy youre here now stay |
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I want you to know |
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Incomplete is a common form |
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Incomplete is out eyes wide open wit no idea of a fucking soul |
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Theres no coming home i swear, its right here... |
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When pistons collapse its not supposed to work |
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Early morning, i want you to know |
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Contract to fiction, vision, i see your face |
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Feel sensation but theres nobody there |
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Call out i know you are here |
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Illusion of life has crossed the boundary |
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I stand on the edge |
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I can figure it out there is way i find solutions |
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When pistons collapse its not supposed to work |