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It's time to go into the me below |
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My morbid self beneath |
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A peril trip the last way out |
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I spin as I let go |
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In spirals down the narrow lines |
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Passing through my aura |
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Spit me out into my mind |
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A journey through disease |
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I'm behind my cynic eyes |
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That stare but can not see |
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The sickness in me ... beneath ... |
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I fall in untruthful me the essence of |
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My thoughts |
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Swirling in a thousand vows endless |
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Truth less |
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What am I this me beneath |
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A vain organic lie |
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That rules me from inside |
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Immobile now I bow before reality itself |
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It's substance moving through my eyes |
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My life is transferred once suffused upon |
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My mind the view erases burns inside |
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And then another fall |
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I plunge into a well of lies a cold |
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Perennial flow the vortex of my soul |
