Correction Paroles Dancing On The Head Of A Pin par Area 11

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Left to right and so the ultra violet
Are the vultures violent keep the cultures silent
While the paper tigers hunt the baby drivers
Still you wanna know what I'm feeling?

Please, machine! I keep my logic clean
I keep her dopamine locked up in quarantine
A contravene amphetamine
So deep, the state and breathing

Gift genetics to the telekinetics
Here the change in taste is so synthetic
But so am I do you wanna find out
Still you wanna know what I'm feeling?

So I elect disguise
Seraphim from a strange scene
So I elect disguise
They're dancing on a pin, dancing on a pin

We're the ones who pretend
Living life through a lens
We only see what we wanna see, to see
We're the ones who pretend
To the sweetest end
Won't you strip a little back for me, for me?
Living life through a lens
We're the ones who pretend

Overthrow the overthrow
A self-inciting dynamo
Through audio with an undertow
Pleasing and believing

So I elect disguise
Seraphim from a strange scene
So I elect disguise
They're dancing on a whim, dancing on a pin

We climb, ascend
There never was an end
We'd settle for an answer
What did you intend?

This is not the answer (same old stories going round)
This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
Your maps are not the landscape (no matter how much you want it)
They won't solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)

We are not the answer (same old stories going round)
We are not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
Your maps are not the landscape (not matter how much you want it)
They won't solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)

This is not the answer (same old stories going round)
This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)
We are not the answer (burn the dead wood to the ground)

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