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Draw the map, memorise the plan.
We'll take the back streets
down to the sand.
Reactions automatic
and I suffocate on the social static,
‘cos I never wanted to go!
and don't ask me, ‘cos I already know
and the reaction's automatic
and I gotta forget myself.
You judge what you don't understand
and judgement's a gun in your hand.
Can't fight juxtaposition
with my two minds as a weapon,
‘cos I never wanted to know
what haunts my mind or taunts my soul.
Said or systematic?
I gotta, gotta, gotta forget myself.

Monsters don't just crawl

from under the bed
,they don't lurk round dark corners

they are human like you and me
.
We don't like to admit
,but we are not all
just products of our environment.



Let the truth rain down
and rip you out of a dream.
Don't you know the reality
is that we are all vermin 
to sliding degree?
A genetic predisposition
brought this madness to it's fruition,
Could the sick seed of this plantation
grow among all of us?

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