Every man will ask the questions,
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and every man will suffer blame and loss
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Every day you die a little, understand the change
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and choose your path without disdain
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The seven tongues of god are in my mind,
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they speak to me in ancient DNA design
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I have never seen god, you have never seen god
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And when they speak to me and the seven tongues align
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programmed to desecrate the pretensions in your mind
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To further complicate I will now state that your convictions lack definition and form
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Every day there is a bleeding,
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every time I watch the world slip by
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Focus, the blind pretension underscoring pain,
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the path to solace felt in vain
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The seven tongues of god are in my mind,
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they speak to me in ancient DNA design
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I have never seen god, you have never seen god
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And when they speak to me and the seven tongues align
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programmed to desecrate the pretensions in your mind
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to further complicate I will now state that your convictions lack definition
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And when they speak to me and the seven tongues align
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programmed to desecrate the pretensions in your mind
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To further complicate I will now state that your convictions lack definition and form
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To see the light is the purest form of reward
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The Seven Tongues of God
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| Nevermore |
