(Quiet)
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Light as a feather, stiff as a stone (2x)
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Ignorance is bliss
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No wise woman's failed to mention
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And surely some koan
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Suggests neglect leads to perfection
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But the more I turn my face from the crowd
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The more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled
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For the sake of escape
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To turn a knife on itself
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A knife of relief from all the petty insight
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And finally I'll sleep
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I'll sleep through the night
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BORED AS FUCK WITH THIS STREET CORNER-COVER
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STUDY OF A FACE IN A FIGURE
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SURVEYING THIS LANGUAGE AS A GAME
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SURVEILLANCE OF THIS LANGUAGE
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(AS THE PLAGUE (2x))
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THE DIMENSION OF PERSISTENCE CONDEMNS
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(WE¡¯RE PLAGUED (2x))
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THE DIMENSION OF PERSISTENCE CONDEMNS
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IT¡¯S THE PLAGUE
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(THIS LANGUAGE (4x))
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THE DIMENSION OF PERSISTENCE CONDEMNS
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THIS PORTRAIT OF KARMA
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CRAFTED IN ACCIDENT
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TEXT BOOK SEDUCTION
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MINUS THE TEXT IN THE LANGUAGE OF GHOSTS
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AND SO WE RAN, LIKE THE WOLVES WERE BITING
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THE INHIBITIONS OF THEIR PREY
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KEPT THEM FROM SCREAMING
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SCRATCH MY BACK AND
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I WILL STAB YOU IN YOURS
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SO I CHOSE TO LIVE THIS LIFE ALONE
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WITHOUT THE TEETH MARKS
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BUT I PREDICT
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I'LL HAVE TO SINK MY FANGS
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IN SOMEONE ELSE'S HEART TO HEAL MY OWN
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JUST A VICTIM'S SPLIT
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ONE PART FOR THE WOLVES
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ONE PART FOR YOU.
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BUT I'LL GROW WEARY SOON
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WEARY OF THIS FRACTAL CODE
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WEARY OF THIS HALLWAY LINED WITH GHOSTS
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JUST A SCRATCH UPON THE SKIN
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A DROP OF BLOOD TO LET THEM IN
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THEIR WORDS WILL CAUSE
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THE SWEETEST FRACTURE FROM A STONE'S THROW
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JUST A SCRATCH UPON THE SKIN
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A DROP OF BLOOD TO WELCOME THEM
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PARASITIC, VIRAL CRITICS, OR LOVERS
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LIKE SPIRITS MINGLING IN THE MIST
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THAT WE CRAFTED, A STARVING JURY
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LET THEM EAT SHIT FROM OUR TREMBLING HANDS
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THE HEAT FOR HEAT'S SAKE
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ON THIS BARNARD BLOCK OF CONGRESS
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DEDUCTIVELY SPEAKING THE POLAR OF PROGRESS
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WELL MAYBE I PUT TOO MUCH FAITH IN the accident
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Entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape
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(Let the starving ghosts feats (3x))
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From this flesh, from these bones
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LET THEM ALL FEAST
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(LIGHT AS A FEATHER
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STAND BACK LET THE STARVING GHOSTS FEAST (3x))
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IN THIS CHESS GAME OF LANGUAGE
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FORCED TO SIT SO I PLAY ALL ALONE
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WATCH THE BATHOS DRIFT FORTH LIKE
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THE PETALS FROM A WILD CRAFTED ROSE
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Non-Objective Portrait Of Karma
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| Circle Takes The Square |
