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Lyrics:
I am the prodigy of decadence I am the thief with blood-red hands I am a bull with morality Breaking china with all of my friends
Part of me wants perfection the other doesn't need blue tape I believe I was born to have direction but I've got scribbles on my pages
Somebody's in me singing, "Oh, break free of your cages! I'm not just the Charon of the new age soul, I want more than your wages!" So I'll pour my heart out, all that I can, through the cracks Singing, "I am the broken man!"
Sometimes I open up the music box To see what magic makes the tunes The pins are shiny but the gears are not Which item is of more use?
Adrift in the ocean, just a man about to drown My answers to questions just don't give me any ground I need to remember I was lost but now I'm found I was noise, now I am sound I am sound, I am sound, I am sound!
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