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Schizophrenic Spring
Vanishing skin, bones walking on the streets
Of the thunderous scene
Beating drums, cycling thoughts
It chases away the precious stones
Look no further, search no more
Close the curtains to the unknown
The future holds the fear of new
Daily lives sketches in your memories
Draw your paintings down on the basement
Fuck the money and the knowledge
Lets live our own world which doesn’t stop nor holds
Watching spies will try to stop your rebellious march
His mind plays tricks on his sight
I can see watching planes with bombs on the way
I layed on the bed and saw my spirit flee
Let's take a walk down our schizophrenic spring
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