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Toss this ball in your conscience
Throw it up
Catch it on the way down
Who are we to suppress our dreams?
I set them free
I make them be!
I'll make you bleed
Whether through death or a fine-toothed comb
Brush it back
Brush it through the thoughts you've chosen
Trillions of people chucked their brains in a casket
Call it a tragedy!
Is there anybody home inside?
Is there anybody home inside this head of mine?
Christ, where do we even begin?
