"The thoughts of yesterday forgotten
I like the way this new skin feels
Bring me splinters of tomorrow
Collect the parts where I win..."Egonomic "A mass illusion Blind men in a line They smother their fires with gasoline A stranger's contribution..."Minus "Drug me, infiltrate my never land Like the floodtide drowning the shore Drug me, you're all over me Watch my blood begin to boil..."|
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