White! Then you look away.
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You reach for assistance when you start to sway.
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Knees feel weak, as your vision fades away.
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When you're faced with death, that's when you start to pray.
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Blind! Now you can see the myths you create about reality.
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Darkness on the streets, you let the world deceive you.
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In my company, reality will greet you.
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Psyche... Check... Check
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Cry to me, as your vision fades away.
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Gonna rate your sickness by your will to stay.
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Blind. Now you don't see. No why. No where. No way.
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You're better off to pray.
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Darkness on the streets, you let the world deceive you.
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In my company, reality will greet you.
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Psyche... Check... Check... Check
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Someday, gonna have to say, someday gonna have a real dark day?
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Someday, someday, gonna pay for play someday I'm gonna show a real quick
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way... to see your life flash before your eyes.
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White, then you look away.
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I sense your resistance as you start to sway.
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Knees feel weak, as your vision fades away.
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Cause now you're faced with death and there's no use to pray.
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Blind... Now you don't see.
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I know why, know where; no way, better fuckin' pray.
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Darkness on the streets, you don't let your world deceive you.
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In my company, reality will greet you.
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Darkness on the streets, don't let the world deceive you.
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In my company, reality will greet you.
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Darkness on the streets, you let the world deceive you.
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In my company, reality will greet you.
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Psyche... Check... Check... Check
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Reality Check
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