| Spiraling like Fibonacci sequence
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| Frequencies to bumping basement
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| See them through these semen
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| Caverns of complacent
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| See what we can do
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| Adjacent to these turning tables
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| All the world is waking
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| But what I got in the time it's taking
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| Blood on pavement, Earth is quaking
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| Mom and pa
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| You got you shaking, forsaking the sky
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| Wanna go to vacan, can you possibly know peace, now
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| Nevermore, don't quote the raven
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| Closing flaming walls are caving, but the
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| I know what it's like, the bright, the saving
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| Bathing, numerals, ancient
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| Newest, more praying, swaying bodies, all the children
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| Fire back on bad desire, fight David, if you can
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| Find the ongoing struggle hard again
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| Put heap on muddling doors
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| Go home with God again
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| You walk around
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| Your head bound
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| Your inner truth defined again
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| But when we dance for a while
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| Your wild incendiary
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| Bury human family again
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| Feel the currents 'round you
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| Surge and urgent and narrow
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| It's just on virgin, those allergens, surgeons
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| Talking version on yourself, aborted burdens
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| Keep your lanterns trimmed and burning, battered
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| Saw them urging
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| Forge a knife by wife
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| Life become the sacrifice, another virgin
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| Urgent sirens, rise the skies and now the flame is burden
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| It's an urban world
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| We too slow and all learning
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| I've been hurting, hell, I'm urging, we
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| The sheep, the shepherds
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| Herd into the slaughters
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| Sons and daughters pay the serpent
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| Draw the garden
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| We've been hurting for so long
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| The same old song is sung again
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| But can we finally deserve this my friends
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| Find the ongoing struggle hard
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| What you want, my friends
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| Muddling doors becoming one with God
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| Open arms, go to home with Him
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| Again, defied our smiling
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| Defy from time to time, again
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| But when we dance for a while
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| The wild incendiary, bury human family again
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| See the rivers of hope crushing still within a child's eyes
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| Despite the brush and loads of loads
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| You hush to hide behind the lies
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| Atonement, blood, enough's enough
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| These wolves in sheep's disguise
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| The hunted another child
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| And these tired dancers, and now so do I
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| Singing my God, there's no such thing only speak for sixes
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| Thieves must run better to the light
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| The darkness will not last an hour in this fire started
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| Choose your side, you'll see me, talking to the skies
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| I wonder, will you join us down the station, in time |