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a world inside (yourself) Prognostic prototype Never seeing the enemy at your side Consequences, of a real life In a world consumed by the dark Failing
was buried alive Prognostic figure of speech to manifesto Dr. Octagon move in the dark though Multiply darkness, I'm the bright artist Hologram image
voices inside my head inside my head inside our soul the truth has fallen it's perhaps annoying algorithms are calling like a prognostic ignored
a blessing (Aye yea) Told her she can’t wipe my smile away (My smile away) Prognostics, I say what the doctor can’t (I say what he can’t) Foretold by
of a spectacular thought The pockets of flaws The proctoring of paltry prognostics The mock of the fall The flock of operational gawk The paradox walks Stumbling off
Prognostic visions of resistance Those hollow eyes You look so afraid Drop your heads back down Commit to the fantasy Just to realize you have all been
me stealing the catbird seat Burnin Blanqees staking bases screamin' Max Impeach Ululating masons, tailors of the dirt cheap Propping prognostics
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