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i took a slide, slipping down a staircase
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a piranesian dream
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my senses reeled, distorted by the darkness
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i lit my way with a scream
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and in the rave an alarum caused a
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cracked mirror
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i got confused by the sound
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i turned around and touched it from a distance
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and then it fell to the ground
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loud cry from the shallows
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lust feeds on the fear
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walls crack under pressure
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i think the end is getting near
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and in my mind was the fury of a madness
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that consecrated the dirt
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i stumbled through the enigma of the reason
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and celebrated the hurt
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and then i found through an act of desperation
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a subtle rip in the heart
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i was seduced by the fear of devastation
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and then it tore me apart
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oh no, nothing matters
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when it takes me
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when it rapes me, breaks me
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shakes me down
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a quick escape from the edge of commination
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i slept the night with my spleen
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a vain excuse, i was searching for some answers
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i broke away from the scene
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because after all animality's an instinct
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and it's luxuria's slave
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to taste the truth, it's a seizure of the senses
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and it's a foot in the grave
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Alarum
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| The Tea Party |
