stalks are generated and
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they engrave
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their names upon the
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fields
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blasts of charismatic
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droplets anoint
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me through my dying...
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groping, seizing, tearing,
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grasping at
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the tail of sanity
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a thrust of uninvited
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rage combusts inside
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the gut, and here we have
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another day
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if only I'd pierced it with
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my hand
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or watched it burn into
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the ground
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a joyous blaze of life's end
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[chorus:]
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find me, keep me, lose me,
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weep me
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how the tears they do
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entertain
|
it's nice to be reminded
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that I can
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still bring you pain
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satisfaction remains best
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without subtraction
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soul search me
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you're empty
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|
and as you try to liberate
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the world
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remember what I say
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"give and take's not how I
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live
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I fucking take, you'd
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better give"
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the barrier is gonna break
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cleanse the brains they've
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washed in your sink
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[repeat chorus]
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digging deep inside you'll
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find
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a box without any chains
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and with no locks
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come on, Pandora, open
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wide and
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release the entity
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concealed inside
|
BAM!!
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the bricks caress your face
|
spread you thin across
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the ground
|
the aches and pains
|
convey my thoughts to
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yours
|
you tried to find me out
|
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say Jack, what's a
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backstabber like you
|
gonna do with one like
|
me
|
discomfort multiplied by
|
ten, you writhe
|
and twist again
|
please have some pain
|
the grain against which
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you rub is my terrain
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so take a giant step back
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'cause
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you've marched across my
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line
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and my gun works fine
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soul search me
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you're empty
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Soul Search Me
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| Exhorder |
