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I, I who have nothing...
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Verse I: Ikon
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Intersections in real time
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The umbro can circle in dimensions of the mind
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Atomic bonds
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The eternal time that defines
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The vanity of my insanity in thru time
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Will shine
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Like the night seeds under the moon
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The haunted corners of familiar rooms
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Yet i'm consumed
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With vanishing into thin air
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The realization that this shit is my cross to bare
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So where
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Did I think I could run away to see
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The people that decided to leave without asking me
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But we
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Decide to wait for happier tomorrows
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And find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrows
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For my distractions the books of paper that i've scrawlened
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I'm eloquent in summer breeze and leaves just have fallen
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I crawl in a corner hoping all of this will end
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With the knowledge that love is just another word for revenge
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I who have nothing but the comfort of my sins
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I who have nothing but the comfort of my friends
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Chorus:
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I, I who have nothing
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I, I who have no
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I, I who have nothing
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I, I who have no
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Verse II: Ikon
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As I decay, demons prey above me like a vulture
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Ability to endure contradiciton is a high sign of culture
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Verbal sculptures, self defacing
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It is not God or lunacy that I am facing
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But the erasing of the purity and passion of my words
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The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the absurd
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But I preferred
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To walk away from all the feuds
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To find my life is more confusing than a rubic's cube
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So i'm subdued
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In all my words of verbal prods
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To live alone one must be an animal or a God
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But it's official
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All of my pain is clear as crystal
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The natural side of life has now been seeming artificial
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But I can hit you
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And rest assured that i'ma last words
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I could give a fuck about ya secrets and ya passwords
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I can pass words with the ability to hurt you
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Patience is a virtue and knowledge is a ?commercial?
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I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to
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I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to
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Chorus
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Verse III: Ikon
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Lost among the miracles, I stand alone
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And i've grown into a being that's sitting on top of throne
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I've known
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For many years that I would turn to rust
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I find a reason for another breath
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Before my return to dust
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I become one with science and mathematic and the rising of the sun
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I'm numb
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To all of those who blinded cannot see
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The chastiser of the enemy
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Perception requires duality
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Inspect ya soul, the color of coal inside the body
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I have hardly, come across them who's holy
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Send them to the ?cheribem? to control thee
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Burning of the sun and frigidness of the cold
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The battle field is new but the war is now old
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You can never see the merest shadow of a halo
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Above the head of evil jin who's deadly like tornado
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The world has become an aquarium
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Full of gaping fish with murderous mouths
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I on the other hand stand on the outside looking in
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Writing down murderous files
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I who have nothing but the lack of variation
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And I who have nothing but chains and suffocation
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Chorus
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I Who Have Nothing
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| Jedi Mind Tricks |
