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© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
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I am lost in world of you, I feel much more like that than this, I am living
fire of flame underwater, and I live on a grave site.
I see to much to be enough, I think therefore I think I am, I live in tic toc
mind of space, and questions eat my children.
I feel free in private prayers, I don’t listen to the wind, I am the hand that
holds the mirror, and knows not what is but seems.
I am no puppet to your plans, I am not what you so often spit, I know
everything about dream shape, and foreign bodies sleep.
I feel pain but do not hurt, I am not afraid of the eyes that blind me, I was
wounded by a hero, and the artists poison pen.
I am world of senses choked with sense, I am rage seeking god in self
perfection, I am truth warped up in ego, I feel like flesh made word.
july 92