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System Of A Down

What a splendid pie!
This is how we die!
Every minute of every second...
Do you like my,
self-righteous suicide?
It's genocide.
Stay away from the light.
 
This is a lonely day.
The groundhog came to play.
This is a prison game.
Can you escape the maze?
 
Are lies the truth within?
That really is the question.
The spiders are marching in.
Is suicide predestined?
 
You don't care about how I feel.  
Does that mean life isn't real?
When we go, do we die?
Or,
is it a boat, in your lullaby?
 
Aerials are in the sky.
Does heaven have a height?
In the middle of the night,  
are robotic computers a flight?
 
A violent pornography;
a fungal, hypnotic fleet.
To muddy the sugar sea,
Tree of life and knowledge succeed.
 
We don't need to multiply.
No more divisions of time.
They are all psychotic minds,
The radial videos we rewind.  
 
Revenge to get our liberty,
from the obscenity in our vicinity,
Ignore the rolling stone killing me,
down holy mountains of endless siege.  
 
We are the Jack in the box,
inside the forest, we are lost.
The serpent protects the land.
Pi is his only command.  
 
Is Hollywood the forest here?
Only toxic images to fear.
Put on makeup and disappear,
Or plant your bombs inside the sphere.
 
It's just a splendid pie.
You'd like it if you died.
Every minute
every second
Self-righteous suicide
 
 
 
 
 
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