| Time to go to a heavy place, to a heavy place
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| Time to go to a heavy place
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| We can feel the pulse of time
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| Naked in the make of lies
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| That suffocate and blind
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| We may burn, but we will shine
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| Let’s strip away the nausea
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| And rise above the night
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| Blow your sweet drug, my way
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| Psychomatic, baby
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| Blow your sweet drug, my way, my way
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| Psychomatic, baby, baby, baby!
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| Time to go to a heavy place
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| And once we’re there
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| We’re gonna let our hair down, baby
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| Bite the vein, feed the line, sit back
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| Sit back and watch the world go crazy
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| We can feel the pulse of time
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| Naked in the make of lies
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| That suffocate and blind
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| We may burn, but we will shine
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| Let’s strip away the nausea
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| And rise above the night
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| Blow your sweet drug, my way
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| Psychomatic, baby
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| Blow your sweet drug, my way, my way
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| Psychomatic, baby, baby, baby, baby!
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| Gotta get out, gotta get, gotta gotta get
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| Gotta get out, gotta get out from
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| Gotta get out, gotta get, gotta gotta get
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| Gotta get out from under the gun
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| Gotta get out, gotta get, gotta gotta get
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| Gotta get out, gotta get out from
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| Gotta get out, gotta get, gotta gotta get
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| Gotta get out from under the gun
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| The Kult is on the rise, and people are saying you better watch out before it’s
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| too late
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| Can you count the times in between
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| And just let everything else go
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| I mean, just let everything go
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| Sometimes, ever?
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| Okay, bye… |