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Turning away from everything that is near |
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Trying to fill the void that appears so clear |
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Could I see it coming - consuming all of me |
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It is time to decide - this is right where I stand. |
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Could I just read the rhymes until I feel nothing more |
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Then it tends to be so easily - I will fade. |
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These nerve-stretching seizures - phlegmatic to the physics |
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A desecration of the intellect |
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They are preaching their aesthetics. |
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Waiting for this moment to redirect the pain |
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To make the forecast be compromising for |
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Parading in this pitch-black vulturous scene I will break |
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The oath of all restraint. |
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Dream, before the time arrives |
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The earth will awake - anxious state of mind |
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Leaving this body motionless. |
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Turning black once more - the eyes are wide open. |
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"The great black yonder |
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Is pelting icicles upon my nerves |
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I melt them to rain |
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The water that flows out of the horizon |
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A clammy sensation of my persistence". |
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Casting the hunger for neurotic seizures |
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Serving the syndrome. |
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Shedding the anger of everlasting darkness |
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Feeding the illusion. |
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Despair is my own generous gesture to death. |
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Turning away from everything that is near |
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Trying to fill the void that appears so clear. |
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A seismic shock, unleashing revolution |
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Shedding skin, down drift exclamations |
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Hypnagogic state, endless lucid dreaming |
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Perpetual sleep, as we share the conclusion of. |
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Shedding the anger of everlasting darkness |
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Feeding the illusion. |