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This is not helping me at all
What you are doing here
In the name of god and love
It's the distribution of fear
Pyramids healing wires analysts with fame
I haven't got your degree
And I forgot your name
Pick me up and put me on the ground
Set me up and spin me all around
No you are not the one I wish to see
This is not helping me at all
Where did we get this plan?
That you could give to me
What I might already have
Pyramids, healing wires, a musician's fame
I volunteered you my eyes
In place of facing me
Oh Hitler, in a robe of truth
My emptiness has built your altar
And I've worshiped myself in you forever
Until now!
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