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Good lord above. |
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I've got nothing of consternation anymore. |
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Months upon years, dwelling and failing to see whats in front of me. |
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A better question to ask... is if these fucking scars are real. |
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My veins are strychnine. |
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With burning windows in my eyes, |
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I crawl back inside my crestfallen chest and insist to exist. |
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I will never fucking change and this poses a problem for the ones who associate with this revenant. |
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I don't know where it comes from, all i know is where my malevolence travels. |
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I'm drained, insane, disdain, the pain - is the only force at work in me. |
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This has been a long time coming, here we go, flip the switch and step back. |
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It doesn't matter who hears this, it doesn't matter who interprets what in which way. |
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You will never dissect these words and think you know, what's going on in me. |
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This is simply a passage, a signal sent from the transistors up above |
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Tales of an iconoclast heretic cynic dissident with all the answers but no will to share. |
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