I feel it right at the heart of me
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and it grips me physically
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Dragging down so far below
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And it’s a violent vertigo
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Digging it in like a parasite
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Feeding off what I keep inside
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Manifest when I’m throwing trust
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To the cold and the nebulous
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Something’s changing
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Re-arranging me
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Just beginning
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my own surgery
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I’ll cut away everything
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And tear away everything
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Confining
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Defining
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I’ll cut away everything
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And tear away everything
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And I’ll escape myself
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I cast off what it means to be
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Ruled by the happening
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Moving past the experience
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Never dwell on the evidence
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Breaking it off of the identity
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I come and kill it when I contravene
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I’m dissolving all of this
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In the full metamorphosis
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Something’s changing
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Re-arranging me
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Amputating
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what I no longer need
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Metamorphosis
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| Blue Stahli |
