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stereo
the rhythm goes
and t take me where
it makes me me 
makes me
go off and through this test of fates and complexes and humanity and freedoms 
and assonance with meaning I will lead a future generation 
with a blind man who interprets the messages from hundreds of plate to be 
published into a book of scattered pages 
to be witnessed again and I rule the world once again from the grave 
If you look all over the world
in-between you and me
100 percent running away to not want it
and the crime scene points there finger away from Jesus so he can have a 
vacation back at 
leave me alone to reach me
 and change the message on your machine
cause it might do us good
to have some pure love
even if its spells itself with an “L::
me so I can fathom the ultimatums I’m creating to lead the lemmings away from 
failures and disease 

for today I work with psychic conspiracies escape artists TV police detectives the 
perfect favorite dish 
life to inform the underworld political righteous masses and in the future when 
this comes 
to pass, they will have built my game of life
 with several levels 
of maze like mansions that 
Need of it greed of it
NO lie
Take you there but you have to share 
Life

Fighting for
The unbelievable
Your love
And the rythym goes
And the pounding drones

I don’t know how many games we play’
First I was afraid, by my side
And they all slave away
I learned how to carry on, get along
And they all laugh along
In-between you and this I’ve lost you
And we all know what 
What we want
Your answers
What we want
Your wish
Back from outer space
I wondered was it fate?
Want want want 
What we want
have puzzles and gardens a metaphorical answers and let me tell you, I will lead 
them through that
back middle
dancing business with the world

it might do you good to
Why do you come around here?
and here we are making me go
go
around to the middle go

off
unwelcome walking out the door
laying down to die
surviving how to love


and they deal it and the sterr it and they fear it inside 

I’m running out of here
inside I died
how do we win?
inside of the stereo
stereo
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