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I cannot grasp this black psychology |
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My cage's walls are closing in on me |
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The rage that surfaces is not my soul |
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It's like a devil taking control |
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The violence lives in me ad will not leave |
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Live a magician with pain up his sleeve |
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(chorus) |
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The sight of God is to unfold |
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Memories untold |
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For every poem's a rhyme |
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The joke is father time |
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our delves in twisted sexuality |
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Substance abuse and immortality |
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A stark obsession no one else would know |
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Questions unanswered, how far can this go |
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The wall of torment, my blood's boiling |
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Break this shell to do what's so obscene |
