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Or will these blisters become targets of the scorpion king's sting? Because the poison invades the veins to the stages of Hume I'll take a rain check in the same breath of a checkmate - in three moves I know everything is everything and nothing's still something else So I cleared my shelves of any signs of wealth to impress the elves My neck it holds bricks that weighs down my liftoff As a precaution I replaced the wood in the loft with something soft Your windows - they look clear but my pane's a stained glass To dampen the impression of expression anything has Do the hues you use, do they capture the pain my frame has? So how's that for surface tension? Or are you caught in the faces we weave, scared to changes masks? I'm the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grass But first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track before train pass You strain cash Well I take the root of evil, make tea Patiently holding hands with anxiousness, I can already taste it There's the kettle whistle, interrupting my vision of rainbow bands The steam scolding my hand The mug shattered and I wasted it Now if a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures On the beautiful backdrop of butterfly kisses. I'm the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grass But first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track before train pass You strain cash Well I take the root of evil, make tea Patiently holding hands with anxiousness, I can already taste it There's the kettle whistle, interrupting my vision of rainbow bands The steam scolding my hand The mug shattered and I wasted it Now if a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures On the beautiful backdrop of butterfly kisses [x3] If a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures If a scream is worth a thousand dreams I dreamed a thousand whispers I'll scream a thousand whispers..

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All lyrics provided for educational purposes only. So how's that for surface tension? Or are you caught in the faces we weave, scared to changes masks?

The rocket fuel was at peak in mid-week I think it's time for lift off The structural integrity seems to be holding But three astronauts were found in a cockpit falling asleep So will these thousand whispers ever hold a cleft note to sing? If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures To symbolize the decibel levels bred of a thousand whispers To mummify useless unknown poems spit a shower with gold glitter Pressure increase unleash the catacomb splitters And for some reason you wonder why your puzzle is a jigsaw When you fail to decipher the mores code to simply avoid the pitfalls If need be I can get raw - just pocket the latex But that's like asking why the man with no legs crawls to see the apex Or why the young planet's seeds won't blossom into a garden Parallel to your search for stardom where you leave breadcrumbs and jargon That you can't even feel.

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I'm the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grass But first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track illotic train pass You strain cash Well I take the root of evil, make tea Patiently holding hands with anxiousness, I can already illgic it There's the kettle whistle, interrupting my vision of rainbow bands The steam scolding my hand The mug shattered and I wasted it Now if a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures On the beautiful backdrop of butterfly kisses [x3] If a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures If a scream is worth a thousand wbispers I dreamed a thousand whispers I'll scream a thousand whispers.

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Or will these blisters become targets of the scorpion king's sting? I'm the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grass But first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track before train pass You strain cash Well I take the root of evil, make tea Patiently holding hands with anxiousness, I can already taste it There's the kettle whistle, interrupting my vision of rainbow bands The steam scolding my hand The mug shattered and I wasted it Now if a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures On the beautiful backdrop of butterfly kisses.

Because the poison invades the veins to the stages of Hume I'll take a rain check in the same breath of a checkmate - in three moves I know everything is everything and nothing's still something else So I cleared my shelves of any signs of wealth to impress the elves My neck it holds bricks that weighs down my liftoff As a precaution I replaced the wood in the loft with something soft Your windows - they look clear but my pane's a stained glass To dampen the impression of expression anything has Do the hues you use, do they capture the pain my frame has?