Hidden people seem to see
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The way I cook the brain of thee
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Sepai print of hunting dogs
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Pointing out the unseen clocks
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There I find myself in sorrow
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Nothing's left for my tomorrow
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Distorting rage of nameless people
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A dark blue line of licking nipples
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Hard to get from the unknown
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Eyes work hard with tears that drown
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I take control when I will peer
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I see the pain of northern fear
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Pain Of Existence
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| Disharmonic Orchestra |
