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Toss this ball in your conscience Throw it up Catch it on the way down Who are we to suppress our dreams? I set them free I make them be! I’ll make you bleed Whether through death or a fine-toothed comb Brush it back Brush it through the thoughts you’ve chosen Trillions of people chucked their brains in a casket Call it a tragedy! Is there anybody home inside? Is there anybody home inside this head of mine? Christ, where do we even begin? From Letras Mania