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[Bridge]
[Intro]
[Pre-Intro]
[Verse]
Ayyy o here comes the boys echo Sharp and sounds like a harp ayyy o he wants us to let go as he feels hes repaired when in completely impaired he's awake and looking to break from the chambers of the cognitive mind we better start being kind as we can't have Gary waking up let's put him back down into th sedation lounge Gary tries to pounce as he wants to bounce into the hells gate as he dosnt see his fate.
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Ayyy o we better let go but we can't as the boy will fall down to the ground looking into the darkness of the world as he looks to escape he cuts his body like cutting slices of cake this boy is breaking he's shaking he's not waking as his life's a haymaker nothing like your boxer this is more a chopper cutting the boy in half and splitting him into fragments the echos shine through the walls of the boys mind but he's one of a kind.
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The minds expressing the testings to achieve the blessing for this boy's sanity he's fixated on the knife and hoping to die but he will stay in his truthful lie of the reality the personas bring the boy comfort instead of suffering so he's puffing to blow away the toxins inside of him but the personas are doing what's right by him and making him realise the life Gary never had has resurfaced and is looking to surround the circumference to deplete the intense feelings of suicide he's a good boy with a damaged heart.
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Looking to snap back to the altered reality but the persona is being his safety and making and tracking him to the best version of self the responsibility doesn't come lightly but he maybe be slight overwhelmed and put down to the realm of achievement instead of the realm of bereavement this is the stick that's in his back holding him down to the track of this sporadic varied antics of the mind Ayy o.
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We rise and fall asleep to make sure the boys locked away in the minds heep instead of being a sheep and falling into the mighty heeps of the others needs he's easily switched and manipulated but he can't seem to find the strength these days to look for the brighter days on the horizon he's just by passing the horizon and has this fascinating with the ancient ways of the samurai committing Hari Carrie as he's ashamed of himself and wasn't to ruins is health.
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But the personas stay deep and work hard to make sure the boy is not gaining anymore scars it's scary for the boy to assume he sees the fairies but he's just seeing the flames of the gates down deep below the surface to be welcomed with open arms into the demons palms of flames and fire and hate so open up the gates as this boy wants to be your bait.
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His life isn't great it's a tumble weed of the need to piece the fragments back together no matter the weather he's looking to the bright side of life as the personas hope him tight and set him on the right following the narrow path to be free like sparrowing times this is the lifelines.
[Outro]