Speaking madness while I strive for a wordless language,
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You cry experience at the top of your lungs.
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Can you make it loud?
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Just make it loud. Make it loud as hell.
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Molding the truths of unawareness.
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Search and destroy to fill the void at any result.
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So keep it down, just keep it down.
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I’m gonna ride this train till the end, the last stop is the cemetery.
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Cough up your last kill.
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You used to live now you just fertilize so breathe out all your last words
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You used to live now you just fertilize
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And waste your life trying to make memories.
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Wear it with pride because it’s all that you’ve got.
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You just don’t get it, yeah you just don’t get it.
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Make it loud, just make it loud. Make it loud, just make it loud as hell.
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Ill rest here every night and propel my evils to him who hears me.
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Even in the stillness of thought.
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Even in the noise of your anger.
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Even in the silence of prayer.
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Cough up your last kill.
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You used to live now you just fertilize so breathe out all your last words
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You used to live now you just fertilize
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Make it so loud that the words are lost
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Make it so loud that their stomachs are filled with the gold that they endlessly seek
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Make it so loud that they open their eyes
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Make it so loud that the trees that they worship
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Shake to their roots
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Make it loud!
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Don’t want to hear a word they have to say.
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The Potter Has No Hands
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| Norma Jean Band |
