In paranoia I find genius
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But the ice-dreams have come with spiritless consequence
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A hatchet has been hidden between my eyes
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A hatchet gift-wrapped in paranoia
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A wooden heart never bleeds
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A wooden heart never bleeds, yet inextricable thoughts still weave
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Introspection fabricated for battle
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No time has been wasted
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Neuroleptic seconds marry electroconvulsive hours
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In the cranial freezer, paranoia is the bastard and I find genius
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Petrify
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Paralyze
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A Wooden Heart Never Bleeds
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Circle Of Dead Children |