[Sole]
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Thank God I never made it to Earth, what a happy place
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how I long to be depressed, to be a grouch, get away
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Yo, Yo Here I stand in the desert sands
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There I lay in a dust storm, brain storms
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Some day we may form a massive collective mind with no bandages
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I kneel down to fantasy of what is real
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Thus far the only signs of freshness
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I came across upon this quest was nothingness
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Posessed to find truth at all costs elementally
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I walk a thin line of good and evil coincidentally
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We all believe in god and nature and higher levels
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Yet we dwell with devil's machinery in lower levels of raped scenery
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It's seemingly endless
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Demeaning and mindless, we're friendless and meaningless
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Living in darkness walking with candles
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And while I'm on the subject of difference is lame
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I've noticed the more things change the more things stay the same
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To stay in focus
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It's hopeless to go against the grain while new to this
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Till I'm menopaused and then ejected from the uterus
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Chorus
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And I've seen so far into the night
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And lingered in the land of no night
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Day two I've left the earth and all is alien and foreign
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Females are wailing and I'm swimming in a cest pool
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It's pouring
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It ain't dark no more, no more worth the fight
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My old candles turn to sunglasses, I can't stand the light
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Yet I can't stand the rain these bodies I live with are numb
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And I can't stand the pain these children I play with are dumb
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A figure points a finger and whispers, "leave"
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This small porcelain tomb
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It will be all I will have achieved
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And I refuse to be excrement
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dash to the left and to try to and break for my life
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A large hand grabs me now, there's no escape
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I'm thrown into a whirlpool, spinning until infinity
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Grasping for an oxygen breath, but I don't breath that yet
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Inhale the H20 and thank life I'm still living breath
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Giving death a hell of a run until the movement stops
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Bubble to the surface almost dead ass out
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Starving cold and alone until I pass out
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chorus
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Living ain't all that, I wanna go back to non-existence
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The womb was not meant to be a tomb, but once I've gone the distance
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Won't sleep to see revenge for my dead sibling, I miss her
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I watched my brother be impaled as I held the hand of my sister
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Kissed her when she was void
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Missed the missile, I'm docile
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Amongst dead soil and fossil till I'm deployed
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None of it ever happened
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As far as I'm concerned I'm barred
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Should've died months ago in the condom
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and this wouldn't have been so hard
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Should'nt of, but it's not that way
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I fought that way
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I lay until I no longer thought that way
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None of this was worth the fight, I should have been disposed
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At night time, laying only half of the trash can
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Not white trash in a trailer park
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Or a dismembered rash lashing utter last sole
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member of a coathanger tailored art
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With no formed identity blanketed by newspapers
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Remedy be levity, life be the penalty
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This body in a mask grow fast carry out the masquerade
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I lay in the cut to hear lies, pawns, peons, and tricks of this trade
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In this eon let me be on and beyond the next decade
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There I stayed remain of flux to be another child saved
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outro chorus
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Save The Children
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Sole |