And We returned to heaven to confront our resurrected horrors,
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they'd restlessly started a horrible revolt.
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So I smashed their thieving greedy blackened halos right back into broken zeros
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of digital hope, copper, and hurt.
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Say I won't.
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All your artists are just servants of the status quo.
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Say I won't
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This darkness starves us, trademarks us miserable.
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Do your worst
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Come damage me
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Come damage me
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Our impossible populous.
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Immeasurable metropolis.
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The machinery stays
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and the scenery crumbles away as we capitalize on our opportunities
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Come damage me
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I descend into the cadence to unlock the city gates
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I retreat to my basement.
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Make the end come for me
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Come damage me
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XXXX (The First Thousand Years of Solitude)
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| Crime In Stereo |
