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Vacant Minds
03:37
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I was told by a faker "fake until you've made it"
A god given gift for bending the truth
Given the risk I feel invaded
Do you see the twist?
I see it too
Dance on a razor and claim that it's safe
Or trade in your future for nothing to do
Given the risk I feel invaded
A five finger fist
A one finger truth
But I will learn to drink for two
And I will kiss the Devil's hand
And don't be gentle with these vacant minds
They don't ever understand
Now I'm a deceiver, professional leaver
I'm down on my luck but get as high as I can
Given the risk I feel invaded
Do you see the twist?
Because I don't know who I am
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I stick a needle in your eye and step into your pupil
You cross your heart and I'll cross mine
Stereoscopic piece of mind, second or third dimension
Avoid detection on the right side
I'll change my voice when on the phone and I become your stranger
You keep your headlights on the road
Not to forget what I've been told
Or did you never mention?
Not to forget what I've been told
In the death of all our saviors
We'll run away
And the moment that I left her
We'll stay for free
Invite a ghost into your home and let him paint your picture
He'll make you feel so not alone
I'm feeling nice inside your eye
Easy to find inside your wild
Ocular loser
Retina reducer
I step inside and take what's mine
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Fetal Creatures
03:28
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It's such a waste of time
Trying to relate to unrelatable creatures
How do you spend a life
Trying to figure them out?
They talk about themselves in other people's voices
It's not what you know but who
And you don't know yourself
It's so sad, man
All you want is money
Spare some change kid
That's all I wanted too
You might have faith, but everything's changing
You look calm and say, "that ain't me"
So talk about the rest without hesitation
A demon on the loose
That might be myself
Found me fading while all the rest are changing
Unholy exits and re-entrance ain't free
They're just Fetal Creatures
Out of sight out of mind
Fetal Creatures
Quick to kill hard to find
It's such a waste of time
Trying to relate to any other creature
Become undone or become
Undo
I talk about myself but the words have no meaning
It's not what you know but who and we don't know ourselves
It's so sad, man
All I want is money
Spare some change kid
That's all I've gotta do
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