Standing in the darkness
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Waiting for the light
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The smell of pure adrenaline
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Burning in the night
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Random blinding flashes
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Aiming at the stage
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Intro tape begins to roll
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Igniting sonic rage
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Still they keep me between these hollow walls
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Hoping to find in me
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The answers to the test that stumped them all
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"The boy is simply crazy
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Suffering from delusions
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We honestly think that maybe
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He might need an institution
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He lives in a world of fiction
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And really could use some help
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We have just the place to fix him
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To save him from himself"
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Curled up in the darkness
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Searching for the light
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The smell of stale sweat and shit
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Streaming through the night
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Random urine testing
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Pills red, pink and blue
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Counseling and therapy
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Providing not a clue
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Still they keep me between these hollow walls
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Hoping to find in me
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The answers to the test that stumped them all
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"We can't seem to find the answers
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He seemed such a clear cut case
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We cannot just let him leave here
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And put all this work to waste
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Why don't we try shock treatment
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It really might do some help
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We have just the tools to fix him
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To save him from himself"
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Six Degrees Of Inner Turbulence
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| IV. The Test That Stumped Them All |
