When the sun won't shine on you
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They are inside you, intoxicating
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Bringing the deal from the devil
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Your soul will be sold tonight
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Drifting at the interstellar oceans
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Laconic voice speaking about itself
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As I see myself chasing me into the vortex
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Discipline's executed below the surface
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[Chorus:]
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When synthetic gallows takes control
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Murder of my mind is one of a kind
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Believe in the words of darkness
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Life is soon to be out of vogue here
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There is no grave beneath my flowers
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No worms on my bones
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No proof of existence
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No formula to exit
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When the worms encircle your shrine
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They are still inside me, intoxicated
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Phantasmal Paranoia
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| Thyrane |
