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There’s a cycle running
Through my head
As if the process of thinking wasn’t
Hard enough
You blow up my mind
Like the bullet through
The big-bang theory
To paint my face red
With all the scars that you left
Carved in my brain
Like a tattoo on my bones
Chants of the new age keep
Slipping through my hands
Like radioactive goo
Mush is all you left me
Through my head
As if the process of thinking wasn’t
Hard enough
You blow up my mind
Like the bullet through
The big-bang theory
To paint my face red
With all the scars that you left
Carved in my brain
Like a tattoo on my bones
Chants of the new age keep
Slipping through my hands
Like radioactive goo
Mush is all you left me