Well it's a different man in your face
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And so out of place
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That you can see anything there that you wish
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Kiss my bliss
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It's like I'm a welcoming freakshow doormat
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Held in awe while growing fat in the head
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This is where we all should see red
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A big fat wet slab of red
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And I see that it makes me anti everything
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And I see that it makes me want to shed my skin, shed my skin
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Revelation leading to my psychosis and inspiration
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Digest another hallucination, psychosis by recreation
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Happy till the next deterioration, psychosis
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For you it's a different notion of music and motion
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A dance of lights, a prosaic ocean
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A delicate, nearly transparent creation of somebody's soul on the screen
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Has caught you in between
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Of somebody's life on the stage and somebody's life on the frontpage
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And this is where we all should see red
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A big fat laughing mouth of red
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And I see that it makes me anti everything
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And I see that it makes me want to shed my skin, shed my skin
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I think I'm gonna start my own religion
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Seems to be the recipe for a new sensation
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Think it's gonna make a trendy revolution
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Quite the contribution to the unnatural selection
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Psychosis
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