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You replicas overlooking the guidelines of acoustics |
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Miserable attempts result in miserable conclusions |
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Paragon pen dragon tactician on freeform |
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Then a comfortable silence try to combat cliques |
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That unexpected |
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Sephotus cyclone shifts |
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Worked up you're shooken, jetted to the side |
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I stagger this vagabond wondering menstrual forms of phobia |
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Worst fear the terrace stricken muted |
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The roots of all evil |
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I've rooted pinnacle |
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Poised with pride pouncing to break your stride, forsaken |
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Agony rides inside the heartache wretched condition |
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My intuition felt you slip up |
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You tripped alone what are you aiming for? |
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Or do you sus tries to classify your genus, distorted fetus |
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Evolve, type unsolved, you lack the malediction |
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Malleable martyrs get molded, then folded under pressure |
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Thou perceives a slaughter suspension |
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Bridge over troubled water drown, sound study intensive |
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My square drops two erasing lines like tetris |
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Relentless agent hush horrendous circles on my pavement |
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Two sticks to burn basics the lie adjacent to my placement |
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On the game board, lunge forward and wind-up impaled by the same sword |
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Choose your weapon, stains splattered upon your flag |
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Taturag shielding the exterior inferior |
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Stall face to face with a forms that force your downfall |
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Admittedly suspicious, a decadence, your network's on hiatus |
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Permanent, provoked and choked upon the potency |
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The parrow be the penetrating agent pierce the insides |
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Why the cold sweats at midnight? |
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Why the dim light? |
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Why are we staring at a true from the inside? |
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Why the pen slide with vigor on a put down? |
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Like while |
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I put my foot down stomp your city |
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A-E-S-O-P scoping through the bur, opening minds behind the smirks [Verse Two] |
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I've seen misery, |
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I've seen disgust dust ridden ruins |
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Iron clad oracle test three |
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COM unit disperse silently |
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Over confidence leads to irony |
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Plot twist full hardy |
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Icarus shifted in facets of my form |
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Forbidden aspects of the swarm a thorn upon your side |
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A storm upon the rise, |
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Adam, I or crush come brush upon the red zone |
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Crook you're shook you started poorly |
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Your powers parted pace uncharted territory |
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Disoriented malicious god you'll burn your bridges |
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This craft requires first drafts |
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Graphs, gritted blueprints of nemesis perimeter |
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Hunting by night compute, twenty one mic salute |
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One life polluted, concerned muffle moans |
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From the nine rings of |
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Donnie's hell burn you in your slumber |
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Sleepwalk then pulled under now |
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Whipping through the willows is the warden of this garden |
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Slipping through the silhouetted skylines |
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Aesop sidewinds jaded |
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Don't wind up war painted into the jungle the solution's not intrusion |
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The starving institution broke your main frame |
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I pose the question, are these waiting games worth it or worthless? |
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While I comb the crowd for clues your nyebony hands be my purpose |
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Our planet is the pivotal point |
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In which this network slowly turns to filter kicks |
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We out-box the berserk bewildered by the wilderness |
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My clench is frantic clutch manners falling through underbrush |
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Touch fools that duel with a dominant |
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The evil-minded tried to triple six me but he missed me |
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Intervene; emcees appear as red blips on my color radar screen |