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hypnosis is the idea, ladies & gentlemen!
                              given the prognosis
[insanity] there is no cure, but there is always denial.
distort the mind for a while & it gives right in, 
i'm normal!
sane!
just like you!
what a dream come true, the thought of becoming equivalent
to a standard, a mold around a fault, giving the impression
that there is nothing wrong.
                          / not sure how we could be further
                                    from the truth. / 
let go of my youth as i have done long ago, let it go to the hands 
of experimentation, of testing every limit in existence. 
so much bad, coupled with the idea that there is none, cancels
every bit of guilt out, convinces the self this is the way to go.
           letmeout----- i've built my own walls just to rip
                         them down, just to show you i 
                         can.
i'm sick & you're sick & we're watching the rain accumulate
beneath our dirty paws, drinking the liquid straight from the
sky, just as the gods intended. 
         you're a liar. saying things that are not true. giving
         statements that have no meaning that have no use
         at all. you're fukcing yourself up.
but let me ask, who needs the ground? who needs gravity?
     clarity is seen through the loss of sight, hearing the voice
of divinity through ears that were said to be deaf. 
                   let's just go, & see what's there. what
                   do we have to lose?
everythingeverythingeverything------ is useless. we're useless.
without reason without point without any guidance at all.
           / let's wander.

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