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Mazed
The complexity of my rhythm
Is more than you can phathom
With my words I am a cataclysm
This may be my opera but I am still the phantom
There is a place in my head and it's known as the asylum
These white walls soon painted crimson
Between Evil and I, there is no division
By the time this is over you'll see devastation
Because my life is stuck in damnation
Just trying to find a way out of nature's xylem
Rotting away in a haze of lithium
This is not an easy war, but I'll fight against your communism.
Is more than you can phathom
With my words I am a cataclysm
This may be my opera but I am still the phantom
There is a place in my head and it's known as the asylum
These white walls soon painted crimson
Between Evil and I, there is no division
By the time this is over you'll see devastation
Because my life is stuck in damnation
Just trying to find a way out of nature's xylem
Rotting away in a haze of lithium
This is not an easy war, but I'll fight against your communism.
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