[Lyrics: Schaefer]
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[Music : Atheist]
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Talking to yourself
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You say things
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No one ever hears
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Knowing yourself better
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Than anyone ever could
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Bet you never thought you would
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Honesty prevails in thought
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You just can't lie to yourself
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A patch of lucrid decisions
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A thought of fame and wealth
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[Chorus]
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A caravan or process if you will
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A stream of conscious waves
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A prostitute of ideas
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A maze of tracing knowledge
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First and foremost feed your head !
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Retrieve all that flows with memory
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Obtain all you know with sensories
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Approaching every act with contemplation
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Attacking every-vision with indecision
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Conditioning is a routine of minds
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Recruiting all the intellect it finds
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Insecurity is merely your fear
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Of maybe the outside hearing what you hear
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Can't let 'em see,
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Don't let 'em hear
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Projecting like an airplane in flight
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I dream of things
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That just aren't quite right
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A projecter shines on the back of my eyes
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So my position of perception can rise
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[Repeat chorus]
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Insecurity is merely your fear
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Of maybe the outside
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Hearing what you hear
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Don't let 'em see,
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Can't let 'em hear
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Brains
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Atheist |