Can't help but sip
The dirty nutrients
They feed my deviance
Get out of the corner of my eye
Stop firing the patterns round my mind
Some are real and some are made of light
Which one you are I can not decide
Love can be like a guillotine
A box of smoke particles
I'm going crazy I am going crazy now
One thing I know
I fear the window
It knows too much
And dares me to touch
Get out of the corner of my eye
Stop firing the patterns round my mind
Some are real and some are made of light
Which one you are I can not decide
No one believes me but I've seen it with my own eyes
Love can be like a guillotine
A box of smoke particles
I'm going crazy I am going crazy now
My daughter is alive
A product of deep-mind
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