Lying awake, you start to take yourself for granted
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Nothing you make will ever break, your feet are planted
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Chase your golden chariot, you're the one who'll bury it
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All the world you're parroting, that's what you're inheriting
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Everything you decide to do is automatic
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Your points of view are nothing new, it's only static
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And when you speak your mind, lay your chips before you
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Look around and you will find all your friends ignore you
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What you think you know drags you down until you're
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Out past the ebb and flow, and it's unfamiliar
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Now that you're caught, you're in a know, you can't continue
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What have you got? Don't have a thought to spare within you
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Hide behind your vanity, compromise your sanity
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Swollen pride so passionate, fusing lies to fashion it
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Nobody plays, you waste your days so cavalierly
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Set in your ways, lost in the haze you love so dearly
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Oh, and it's all too much, it's a dangerous diet
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You, you have lost your touch, but you still deny it
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Running free
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Axons awash in a chemical sea
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It's such a simple skill, it's a cinch to master
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But you never will, you're just spinning faster
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You're off the track, you can't go back, you're slowly falling
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Into the black and bitter crack that keeps you crawling
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Watch your plots go tumbling, feel The Abstract crumbling
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All your plans are paralyzed, swallowed up and sterilized
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Thought you were smart, a work of art, your own Valhalla
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You fell apart, now you can start to do it all again
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Miscreant Citizen
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| Bubblemath |
