The hippy was gone before the lights came on
He got sick, of the hippy chick
He had to make the meat while the money was cheap
Let the jury adjourn and check the weight of the turn
Caught in the weight of the world
The radick withing that populate the gaze
The finest generation struck down the runway
We push the button that provides the plause
We clap and we click obey the natural laws
Caught in the weight of the world
You touch gold, your first conversion of total immersion
You reconcile the parts just to break my heart
Your always in my face, yes I feel you but in a different place
I tie ribbon for the uninspired the shapes shackle in the fire
It's burning me to till I turn in to you
Wherever you go it takes an earthquake to shake me for the rupture to flow
You tape lyath your turning into something unrecognizable in disguise, you really break my heart
Saint the krrish is reincarne
Set free, from the poverty
Lets animate the particles he left behind
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Cult is the weight of the world
You touch gold, your first conversion of total immersion
You reconcile the parts just to break my heart
Your always in my face, yes I feel you but in a different place
I tie ribbon for the uninspired the shapes shackle in the fire
It's burning me to till I turn in to you
Wherever you go it takes an earthquake to shake me for the rupture to flow
You tape lyath your turning into something unrecognizable in disguise, you really break my heart
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