Narrative fear.
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A fever is dancing in stride a¢æ¡° metronome memory.
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Hypocrisy here is painting a portrait that's dripping with crass composition.
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Fumbled trust, the father is dead, cathedrals are burning.
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Lies fuel fires, fear burns red.
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Now I'm cold, is this over?
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Going inside of our, going inside of our heads.
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When we whisper, "Danger, danger," pull the lever, turn the page
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and I burn better in the morning.
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Heartlessness narratives. Christ, where'd you go?
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Impassioned, abandoned. Why, you were wrong.
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This will die out.
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Narrative fear.
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A fever is dancing in stride a¢æ¡° metronome memory.
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Hypocrisy here is painting a portrait that's screaming, "The silence of dying."
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Fumbled trust, the father is dead, cathedrals are burning.
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Lies fuel fire, fear burns read.
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Going inside of our, going inside of our heads.
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When we whisper, "Danger, danger. Pull the lever,"
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and I burn better in the morning.
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Heartlessness narratives. Christ, where'd you go?
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Impassioned, abandoned. Why, you were wrong.
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[Talking]
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Heartlessness narratives. Christ, where'd you go?
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Impassioned, abandoned. Why, you were wrong.
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We've forgotten how to read, we've forgotten how to believe.
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The text has gone dark, the author recedes.
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We've forgotten how to read, we've forgotten how to believe.
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The text has gone dark, the author recedes.
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Memento Mori
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The Academy Is... |