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And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it's creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria

Mass hysteria
Mass
hysteria
Mass hysteria

True sounds of maniacal laughter
And the deaf-mute's misleading the choir
The punch line is a natural disaster
And it's sung by
And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
and it's creating a feeding ground for the bottom feeders of hysteria

Hysteria, mass hysteria!
fallin'
Ragman, your song of the street
Keeps haunting my memory

Music in the air
I hear it ev'rywhere
Rags, bones and old city songs
 
Hear them,
respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city

Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations
This is your station baby

All I see is
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain

Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain

Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
Sunday morn, at the priest's own require
Bob went for to play with the flutes in the choir.

He went for to play with the flutes in the mass
But
disaster, destruction's in the air
These ego trips, by heads of states, who giveth not a care
For all your children and all my children

The future's in
Sunday morn, at the priest's own require
Bob went for to play with the flutes in the choir.

He went for to play with the flutes in the mass
But
own desire
He went with that old flute to play in the choir.
He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass, 
But the instrument shivered
desire
He went with that old flute to play in the choir.
He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass,
But the instrument shivered and sighed,
shone in the east and what a dream it was 
In London Town I walked around Piccadilly Circus 

A mass of people movin' here and there I wandered where
[Chorus]
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations
This is your station baby

Look inside these walls
Every Sunday God wakes up to everybody's problems
All those voices asking for forgiveness
Half asleep he waves his hand to quickly mass absolve
since I'd hardly stopped 
And it was in Paris France somehow by chance that I took the Bible out 
And as I flipped the pages I saw these words and I
makin’ music for the people 

I wanna magnify Your light 
I wanna reflect the sun 
Cut like precious diamonds 
With the colors by the millions 
This
[Genius] I Can't Undestand, All This Seems So Weird
[Doorkeeper] It Is All Right, Take It Easy
[Doorkeeper Choir] This Is The Right Place
[Kanye West]
We in the streets player, get your mail
It's only two places you'll end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere
It's over now
There's a song that they sing in a big bright city
Yes it's over now
There's a song and it's song by a choir of angels
Saving you from all
Ice
Your only rivers run cold
These city lights
They shine as silver and gold
Dug from the night
Your eyes as black as coal

Walk on by
Walk
I’m telling you these things that I tell no one else
When I’m all alone
When I’m by myself
And I believe you hear me though I have no proof
It’s
No contribution, to a world ruled by ignorance 
No drive 
It's calling, it's falling, it's falling, it's falling on top of me 

You broke your soul
Ice
Your only rivers run cold
These city lights
They shine as silver and gold
Dug from the night
Your eyes as black as coal

Walk on by
Walk
your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against