Thru The Rhythm

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Thru the rhythm of darkened times
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Painted black by knowledge crimes
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And repetitions pointless mimes
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instilling values the sick define
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That keeps the fabric that keeps you bind
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and ties your hands and cloaks your mind
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But on my stilts, I'm above the slime

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Come on, well, if you can make the climb, but who am I?
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Who am I?    Who am I?

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I've smelt the stench from the fumes that rise
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From the books that rehash the same old lies
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I felt the panic that they disguise
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in the forms of laws of every size
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I've heard the teachers whine and make me drop out like flies
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But you know they teach you nonsense, cause they can't blind your eyes
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I've seen the fools gold that they pawn off as the prize

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To the average standard the norm supplies, but where am I?
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Where am I?   Where am I?

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You've gobbled all the blessings they caused you to digest
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They may be hard to swallow, but they keep your tongue depressed
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Your scattered whims were born to depressed
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So when something slams your chest
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You flutter about, you're sleek distressed
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And when you stop to ease your breast
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A scattered rim leaves you obsessed

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White solid thoughts are soon supressed, but where are you?

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OHHHHHHHHH Where are you?    HEY! Where are you?