Silence is what we all need for a minute
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Dyin' is what we want to avoid while we're livin'
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Life and tryin' to make some noise
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The screams sort of seem like we're cryin'
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Reaching towards our dreams, I offer an exhausted sigh
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And rhymin' keeps the posture of my back in fair condition
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But why in the world do I do this music when so few people listen?
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Climbin' a mountain that might eventually crumble
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It's a bumpy ride into that light side of life where no one goes
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Violence saturates our surroundings, my heart is pounding
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I am one of the strong that noticed the sirens sounding
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Strivin' to wake you up, so we can grow to maturity
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While we're all buyin' the government's repent from social security
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Wine and cigarettes promote good life, bad health and tax
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I am one of the strong, but also in the same trap
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Exercisin' my brain
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Realizin' that pain will be arrivin'
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If I dive into the cesspool of my mind
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So I'm rewindin' the recorded version of my conscience repeatedly
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Not easily blinded
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Nor do I find it hard to ignore you weakling's weep
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I shine with this terrific, twisted piece of metal
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Strangely changing climate as they increase the level
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I said I wouldn't sign shit, 'cause I don't want to meet the devil
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But I lost my mind, and I'm tryin' to find it in the dimension of space
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between bass and treble
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Shattered is my existence, in so many pieces I can't count
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Chatter is the substance that comes from most people's mouth
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Matter is what you don't to me, he don't to she, we don't to we
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But hopefully we can gather together and figure out what life's about
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Patterns of emotion change shape from different situations
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Lanterns shed light on the dark side of imagination
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Scattered is good and evil, through various people and areas of the ego
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But we know we can be peaceful with the right participation
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Now batters, stay behind the base and get ready for the pitch
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Rappers mold their soul into plastic and get filthy rich
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The ladder to paradise is infested with parasites
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And if you don't ride in the carriage right, you would swear that life's a bitch
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[Refrain x6]
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Nothing gets you nowhere
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But everything gets you somewhere
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One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet tryin' to run bare
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Void (Internal Theory)
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Eyedea |