You must have been phlegmatic in stature
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The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide
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You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes
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Out of a blind mans picaresque heart
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You take the veil
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You'll take the dive
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You take the veil
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It's not over till the tremulant sings
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These ides of march
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Are they so make believe
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How tempts the revenant
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Slice up and not across
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You take the veil
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You'll take the dive
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You take the veil
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A mass of gallon sloth
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As flys have walls for feet
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A rapturous verbatim, someone said but who is to know
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And when you find the fringe
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The one last hit that spent you
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You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day
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The iconoclastic had it coming for years
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They know the prisons that you have yet to fear
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Where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths
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Adlib your memoires by casting a drought
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You take the veil
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You'll take the dive
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You take the veil
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A mass of gallon sloth
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As flys have walls for feet
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A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
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And when you find the fringe
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The one last hit that spent you
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You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day
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Knife me in -hobbeling
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Talking in it's sleep again
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Knife me in-hobbeling
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Talking in it's sleep again
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The one last hit that spent you
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And you will find
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The greatest fucking lie
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Of aneurysm vespers
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The ones that pile
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Up the greatest fucking lies
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Knife me in hobbling
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Talking in it's sleep again
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Knife me in hobbling
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Talking in It's sleep again
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Virulent hives- of bedpost piles
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Virulent hives
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Who brought me here
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Forsaken,depraved and wrought with fear
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Who turned it off
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The last thing I remember now
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Who brought me here
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Forsaken,depraved and wrought with fear
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Who turned it off
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The last thing I remember now
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Who brought me here
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Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt
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| Mars Volta |
