Rear in the murder of wise crescendo
Where is the contrast, wherever is chaos
I, tilt the envying
Of my world
Crooked in the glass
Of toxic power
Where is the contrast, wherever is chaos
I, tilt the envying
Of my world
Crooked in the glass
Of toxic power
While you're alone in mad paradise
While you're be hoist with your own petard
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