| Everyone but me complicates the elementary,
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| This day all have flashed with mescaline in nerves.
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| Anyplace but here the torment day’s so pure and clear.
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| I hold my breath and don’t look down.
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| Tell me your confession,
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| It’s not my decision to keep your mind in the lie,
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| So I left you alone, you couldn’t go,
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| These sheets are burning,
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| And you are chained, so better pray,
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| We’ll never turn back again.
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| I saw how heroes fall, the complete task and nothing at all.
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| They were slaves to own redemptions.
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| Fear not your enemies before we meet,
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| Instincts are not ready for liberation.
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| Tell me your confession,
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| It’s not my decision to keep your body alive,
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| So I am in chains, so better pray,
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| We’ll never turn back again.
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| Your tides are invisible,
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| Mistakes are critical, but I close my eyes.
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| It’s all hypocrisy, you’re telling them, they’re slashing me,
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| It’s hard to be my perfect enemy.
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| I close a door and go away,
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| Your God can’t save you.
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| Stop trying to pray,
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| The soul’s so fragile.
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| You have surrendered to me with shameful loyalty,
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| It’s just a ritual game with accused nation.
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| Your tides are invisible,
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| Mistakes are critical, but I close my eyes.
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| It’s all hypocrisy, you’re telling them, they’re slashing me,
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| It’s hard to be my perfect enemy. |