Hunger for what's not there, eyeless congregation
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Blessed be unto for their hearts are true
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Submitting to the stimuli, a pure psychic secretion
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For their souls are empty
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Bleeding out the will of humanity
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Can you hear the tolling of the bell?
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The masses salivate
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Neurons fire with desire to quench intangible needs
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Supplant the seed, learn the machine
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When two entities commonly occur close together
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The appearance of one shall forever bring to mind the other
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Can you hear the tolling of the bell?
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Infecting the insane
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"Don't become a mere recorder of facts, but try to penetrate the mystery of their origin.
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Perfect as the wing of a bird might be, it will never enable the bird to fly if unsupported by the air.
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Facts are the heir of science.
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Without them a man of science can never rise"
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[Solo Tony]
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Pinpoint your soul
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I'll swallow it
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What will be left behind
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Nothing but a body cold
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Pinpoint your fears
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I'll wallow in them
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What is now left behind
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Noting but a body cold
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Can you hear the tolling of the bell?
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The masses salivate
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Can you hear the tolling of the bell?
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Infecting the insane
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Pattern Recognition
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Byzantine |