Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but there's more
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(close to insanity)
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A desk with a subtle light, a window and a door
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(close to insanity)
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One bottle of the bluest inks your iris ever saw
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(close to insanity)
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One child prodigy with a vision in his core
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(close to insanity)
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(yeah, yo)
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I'm frost bitten, slippin' away titanic burden nurses
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Where the anti-hero clergy purge their value burning service
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And warped was I huddled beneath the influenza fresh
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Meshed with impressions that appear to shrink before my very breath
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These tides of woe and malice and mirth initiate a wave crash
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Splashing my offspring graves prior to birth it's looking bleak
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Malarky farce sergeant crooked and sleek emerald eyes glow
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I'm shook in a freak side show
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OK I strobe effects projective when I blink
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So I resign this chorus line
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When linked we let our eyelids fall and pilots stall
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With what I sing I'll open lash light and dark clash to dim the wattage
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Then see the wide eyed dry grays and supplied fiery colossus
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Well I am a hostage guiding yet pushed beneath the crazes climate
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Hiding behind the levy while the stubborn rivers rise and feel this
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I wish heavenly brevity centered hate pedigrees instead of dead serenity
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God damn must have remembered me
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It clinched me, it wrenched me, tempted me to employ it
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Apprehended me and rendered me suspended in its voyage
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How these tables have turned
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Hand to the bottle with the skull and cross bones scribbled off the label
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Sip the ladle drank the burn begging for dead
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Concerns off with a zephyr tread and leg in a web
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Caught triple-six couriers beckon they fled
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OK OK I get it
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Let 'em shake a little then release 'em
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Like as if ghostly hysterics would leash on banded completion
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Odium, patience ran his anti-death commando
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Just a litigant stretchin' to touch tranquil but couldn't quite catch the angle
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I'm trained as corner stone famine troopers
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So my tray within a heart of hearts still belly up and parched, come on
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(yeah, yeah, check it)
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I'm a sideline observer alerted not yet retreating
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(close to insanity)
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The climate stubbornly hovered slightly above freezing
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(close to insanity)
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Now everybody in the populis awaited my reply
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(close to insanity)
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I spit a billion tiny brilliant white lights into the sky
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(close to insanity)
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Undeniably amused by the way the fuse burn
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By the way the clues churn in front of my eyes
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To fertilize germination of concern for me for we
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For he who's sucked into the trench fully dug
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I don't wanna pull the plug
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Hug on my canteen like in a dream
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Centipede leader speedin' through a meaty greed league
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I can tell by the way the needs bleed from a seed
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If the breed should have ever been bread 'nuff said
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Whether compared to caterpillar and cocoon
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To emerge or a spark's soon a bloom to a surge
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All I need is the nourishment, the courage and the burn
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To ascend from a number to grave blade runner
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Hunter, cleric, swordsman, king
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More like I'm walking with a broken mood ring
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Mood swingin' from the mezzanine level
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Here to bevel the edge
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My team's settled on the ledge to pledge
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It's like that.
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In the summer it rains buckets of hunger pains
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In the winter it's the same with an added climate change
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The remaining two quadrants balance the polar values equally for midrange
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Yet the songs of thirst remain the same
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You could turn the whole cold reservoir to liquor
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Hell, split the ocean on its seams if it boosts your esteem
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I never lend span of attention lest my brethren signal fresh
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So do your magic miracle worker I'll remain unimpressed
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For the flux, the fix, the famine
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For the fact that little Billy up the block obtained a lovely hand cannon
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I'd examined auto pilot (right) when filibuster won (yeah)
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Concluded the few we're tuned with were now targets of his movement (oh shit)
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It's intriguing, yet I guess I knew somewhere something was leaking
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Now I honor instinct delinquent
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Bring settler runaways frayed boogie bastard clicks
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To bypass glass stature walking graph characters
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Militant dance split the sun and sip the |