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Branded them bottomless like a window to a core
Of a place where a face ignites a fear we can't ignore
And we claimed that they couldn't be cured been diseased from the start
Of this race that we are all in to win to survive the rhythm's heart
Stop now thinking how you might be different from the rest
Little gods with lightning rods adjusting to their mess
And the trees soaked, knees broke, bullet bolts will be bouncing on through the glass
They'll be exploding future moments that we once brewed in our flasks
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