My anguish told you
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A persistent lie
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The parasitic psychics that you push by wheel
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Were spoken to me every time
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And like a charlatan
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You counterfeit the vessels through flesh and time
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These pacts we keep in secret
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Drinking from a well that was cured by drought
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My torment adores you
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When my strings are tied
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Out of compulsion I must decimate
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The sapless embryonic miles
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And like a charlatan
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You counterfeit the vessels through flesh and time
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These pacts we keep in secret
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Drinking from a well that was cured by drought
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My knives are burrowed voices
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Glistened by the handles so they won’t let go
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These limbs are out of reaches
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Extensions of a spirit that is not controlled
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My heart is trapped inside
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And I refuse to accept this throne
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My night’s unfolding
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Reads like a page of test results
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This sterile codex
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Is missing all my last resolve
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And like a charlatan
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You counterfeit the vessels through flesh and time
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These pacts we keep in secret
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Drinking from a well that was cured by drought
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Imago
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| Mars Volta |
