It starts out with a question. How much of it is real?
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The skepticism sets in, and lessens your appeal
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Next, you study conspiracy, develop some theories
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And become extra wary of all your previous learned material
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Your tolerence for stupidity degrades
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Most of your friends seem to be trapped in the maze
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You narrow your associates down to the few you can stand
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And even they sometimes wonder what's going on in that head of yours
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You study east and western philosophy, psychology, physics
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You think a lot more, and start to question existence
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You wonder about your nervous system's limits
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You tamper with reality maps, and then ask hallucinogenic induced
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"Who am I's? What am I? Am I forever?"
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All information breathes in the shallow dark hells of never
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You can see where it's leading. You wish you were dreaming
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If the castle crumbles no one's there to put it back together
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[Chorus]
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Have you ever felt yourself slippin' away?
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Where all you think about's your sanity, and how it decayed?
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There's no place to run, no place to hide
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You can't escape from inside, and you're losing your mind
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You try to think of when it started, and ask yourself why
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But each thought deepens the sickness and completes the desert dry
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Fear feeds the derangement of the inner eye
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With nothing left you find yourself falling to madness so you...
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... cry to your god, and act normal to your peers
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What if God ain't hearing you? That's your only fear
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Each day you think more about your psychosis
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No one but you can help you, and you know this
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That's the craziest part of it all
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In your rational mind, you only know two things for sure
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One is that your totally nuts
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And the other is that you're the only one with the cure
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It doesn't make sense, it's not how you imagined
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You never knew it could just happen
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You thought it came from stress, suicide, a near death experience
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War, drug trips, low pay ,carelessness
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You've heard plenty of stories about schizophrenia
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But never had evidence of one who thought himself mad
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You're going crazy, and desperately reachin' for reason
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But the strain to stay sane's your only demon; best believe it
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[Chorus]
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You finally realize that you've always lived in hell
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No human model or metaphor can explain how you fell
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The puzzle's alive, and it changes as you try to escape it
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It created time and made it appear to pass by
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You don't know what you think. You don't think what you know
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You're a total lunatic, and afraid it's starting to show
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Where do you go when your brain is your worst enemy?
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The six hundred and sixty six foot tall bridge on seventh street?
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You're scared. You're scared. Why are you so scared?
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There'd be no problem if you didn't care
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Now you've truly formed an opinion about heaven
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It starts out with a question, and this is what it ends in
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Now I know you've felt yourself slip away
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Now all you think about's your sanity, and how it decayed
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There's no place to run. No place to hide
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You can't escape the fact that you've lost your mind
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You can't erase your mistakes. There's no way to rewind
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The harder you look, the harder it is to find
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Fear feeds the derangement of the inner eye
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With nothing left you find yourself falling to madness, so you dive
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so you dive (repeated)
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And with each foot you fall
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the voice in your head starts to sound more and more like yours
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The Dive (A)
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