Original lyrics

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Unmesh the cords of reluctance they collide with unsplit atoms Inbreed your desensitization uncoil the cervical spine Increase the synaptic structure compound your inner ego Intelligence is not a matter of taste. Somebody plug me in I've got no imagination, I've got nothing left up here I'm so bored with everything Passionate for nothing moved by no one Dead cells. Silence. Regurgitating scholastics I could rewrite your history Means nothing moths to a flame firebranded genius filthy liar I am the eleventh soldier gods gift awakened curse Like all the terrors before me you never saw this one coming Before the lepers embalming session Requires me to attend to greater things I will possibly consider thinking about Maybe saving your diseased ridden race