Metanoia, reshaping the world
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It can teach you
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And reprogram you
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It can show you the flood
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That's trapped inside
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This one's alive
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The tail is breathing
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And she's listening
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Kill the serpent
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Divide, disperse and grow
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Into an oak
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A silver lining on a black scale
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Wicked hunter on three hooves he still rode
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But where is the fourth?
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You can climb there
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To your lofty perch
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It can teach you the fairytale of hurt
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Mystic referee, don't look on me with scorn
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I'm a child, I'm a lover being born
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Satchidananda
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Disregard the path I'm on
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You can justify the action, should you bless
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My ambition and my indecisiveness
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Satchidananda
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Let me know that you exist
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Watch me tremble as I'm answering the phone
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I am separate from everything you know
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Mystic referee I promise to return
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Once I've given up and lessons have been learned
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Satchidananda
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You can watch my fire burn
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We were talkin' junk right,
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Just before the show
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This wild-eyed kid came up to the fence
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He took one look at us, and he said:
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"Help me,
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Drummer,
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Ticket,
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Yeah!"
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We didn't play his favorite song,
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Now he'll never come to another show
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Hospitals and woods confirm
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Red in the eyes of everyone
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Parasites and lovers scrape the meat from bones
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Turned into jade and tiger's eye
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Save me some dark hair over a face like hers
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She'll help the rain come to a pour
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Bathroom floor of stone and tiles broke in two
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Warm where they touch her porcelain
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Timid skin I'm careful to untie this road
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Wrapped in a knot indifferent
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Lion's foot unearthing all the things I've seen
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But never truly understood
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Rotten wood from oceans that were never green
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Crumbles beneath the canopy
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Secretly
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Let's pretend we never touched the sugar
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Tonight, under rose
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You won't find another wheel to roll
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When autumn winds appear
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We wear these fears on our right
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It just wants to be surreal 'cause
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All dressed in diamond image jeans
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Mercury's found in old field
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We miserable in love
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And chance we walked
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Right on in, into the streets of the city but
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Watching people disappear
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Without reaching out
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Years and years
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You're left by yourself
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On the wheel
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Metanoia
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