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I was alone, |
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I was at home' |
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Til the fabric was torn |
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The cord was cut |
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My orbit had begun |
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I was a simple being |
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I was simply being |
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Until I caught my own reflection |
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In a spoon |
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I am the egg, |
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I am the spark |
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The fire in the dark |
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I am fertilized, fully actualized |
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A loaded gun |
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Born 'neath the blood red sun |
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Born 'neath the blood red sun |
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I am not ignorant, |
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I am intelligent |
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I'm not an ape, |
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I am the way, |
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I am the truth |
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I am religion, |
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I am politics, |
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I am a psychoanalyst |
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I'm an inkblot shaped like |
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ZeusI'm not an egg, |
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I'm a runny yolk |
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Got no faith, |
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I got no hope |
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I'm the joke of all existence |
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I am no one |
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Burning beneath the blood red sun |
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Just a burning beneath the blood red sun |
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I am the body and the blood |
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The earthquake and the flood |
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I am the cancer born |
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And growing in each and everyone |
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To the beat of a blood red sun |
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To the beat of a blood red sun |
