Tell me it's over
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rusbel awaits
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i've been to the surface
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and nothing is there
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eyelids sank muffled
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in the nerve aura sound
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but when she awakes
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will she still be with us
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my heart is darkclots
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leap year is late
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how did you get here
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ask all but the bait
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from a christ that went hissing
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constricting his cells
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we summon by candle by book and by bell
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glossolalia coats my skin
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glycerin and turbulence
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stuffed the voice inside of god
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mirrors to the animals
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the sermon goes mourning
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pricking it's hail
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slothful the child
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that preys on the seed
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shall behead the drough
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wound under sleeves
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i hope you have room
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in a thicket of vines
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give me a moment
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to clean what you've stole
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the streets will hang high
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stretch ribs and let taste
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we'll cover the smell with silver nitrate
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mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith
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glossolalia coats my skin
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glycerin and turbulence
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stuffed the voice inside of god
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mirrors to the animals
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then so long
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dear mnemonic
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assume the form
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you've given me and i'll spill
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now hold on
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just hold my hand
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say that they made you
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but you brought your own leash
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tell me no more no
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say i'm the last one
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outside
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by the drift
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you read my will
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of thread and itch
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failure to comply
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as failure to decease
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and still you won't know everything
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i've built the fall
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sulking drained the fall of my pale will
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swarming by your steps
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licking the ankles of blasphemer guilts
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it only meant to drape a plastic
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over the stuck pig scalp of head
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to cover the sock where the flatline had spread
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the kiosk in my temporal lobe
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is shaped like rosalyn carter
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she says my map is home again
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but torn face down
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i have only but a million blemishes
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to tell you all about
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in the end they just gagged me
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to make him come out
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gas me the hind
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of your five legged snare
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tooth picks the eye
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but no things there
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down drags your waltz
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cross the alter top
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from a sleep that
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depravation knew
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trespass your form
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i'm void of dusk
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i'd ask to look
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but the mask stays on
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you'll levitate
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teutonic print
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cruelty is the wrath
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of my instrument
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in the end they just gagged me
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to make him come out
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you locked the cuffs
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arsenic erupts
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will you drink the shadow
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of my red hair
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you and your false
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witness to god
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you've one in the chamber
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but your finger got stuck
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let slip the sound
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of a cry for help
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but all was lost
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on the night you walked
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palms speak through eyes
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serve your memory lost
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i contaminate with insignias
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in the end they just gagged me
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to make him come out
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glossolalia coats my skin
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glycerin and turbulence
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stuffed the voice inside of god
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mirrors to the animals
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wait till it get my hands on you
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i won't forget a face that left me
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just you wait
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till i get my hands on you
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i can't
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you won't remember
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unwrap my corpse
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and let it thaw
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in the eye of the needle
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i can't get out
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they'll check my wrist
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i'll faint a pulse
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i'm not the human
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you thought i was
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if you pet the night
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sixth pentacle dice
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if you roll the seven
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st. michael dies
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they'll be no ransom
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don't shut my mouth
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i scald the answer
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you're afraid of
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Tetragammaton
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Mars Volta |