I'm in this body - A specimen of unknown
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I'm testing limits and the limits get way blown
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Out of proportion - eyes ears and nose
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Touch then taste but I'm faced with those
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Certain uncertainties
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Like where's my sixth sense
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And why all of a sudden am I not free
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I seem to be reentering a concentric section of another dimension
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I was just in the womb of a life form
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Saw the white light then I was born
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Being scorned for what I think is right
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By the fake prophesies of fright
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I feel it everyday - Sometimes I say
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Things have got to change
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But they just maintain
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I'm awaiting coordination on this
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Gravitational pull
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Never full of information 'cause I ponder and mull
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Excess amounts of data and B.S.
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Which do I choose to listen to or stress
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I guess the true test is to tune deaf
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To the rest of the mess that views you as less
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But is it the best path for all
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The fact that their math will fall
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Individu-all
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I was just in the womb of a life form
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Saw the white light then I was born
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Being scorned from what I think is right
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By the fake prophesies of fright
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I feel it everyday - Sometimes I say
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Things have got to change
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But they just maintain
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On the other side - Is this really me
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Or the speaking of my creativity
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Why do we forget
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Our lives of the past
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Open up memory the valve's too vast
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To grasp the knowing of another planet
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Damn it don't tell me to can it
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I transmit predictions I've made
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Quote unquote "normal" has to fade
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'Cause the habits of day to day
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Have stained my innocent baby brain
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And you call me vain
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It all goes my way
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Whichever way I create
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I guess I make my own fate
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It all goes my way
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Feel It Everyday
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