My name is like heroin, they take it in vain, and my rhymes deserve straight jackets, I make them insane,
I paint a perfect picture,
I paint a perfect picture,
nothing is breaking the frame,
with the marvelous hand of a mad artist, dropping his touch on ancient grains, sand that used to be
with the marvelous hand of a mad artist, dropping his touch on ancient grains, sand that used to be
rocks carving the shore, suffering for the perfect word like starvation and war,
I penetrate below the earth's surface,
I penetrate below the earth's surface,
you're facing the core
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