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Yeah, yeah, that's the one Plastic city Picture box, service screens, static One, two Yeah Conspiring in secrecy My ghouls drag chains and exchange theories on other spooks and black books Sad souls known to grab loose and handles They hypnotized by the truth, horrific daily news Ears ringing from eerie noises, anti-vessels make the loudest TV hosts invading living rooms like haunted houses Pure in-breds without contact, spoken out of context I breathe deep, inhale the sweet perfume of the dead The ghosts that haunt my spirit hide amidst some petty showers To purify the self I throw my fears in burning fires Desperate times call desperate measures, but situations dire Tower over furnaces unburnt and demons cower But the world spins, or it seems to Watch the heavens wonder if the gods and us can be equals Stars circle the planet, then follow us to recover Universal in breath directs the flow of piranha I'm folding cosmic sagas in the gallows Where my shadow reigns supreme Diana with the bow, the protectors of all thieves Still, beating hearts bump chests and leave static on the screen Letras de cancionesI live in frequencies, where strange schools of sorcery meet Turn it on, turn it off, turn it on, turn it off May the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart Find the inner space of night, the most cosmic of sparks The firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark Turn it on, turn it off, turn it on, turn it off May the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart Find the inner space of night, the most cosmic of sparks The firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark Hark, the herald angel sings, melodies and harp strings Rather stay blind to mass-appeal than kill the art for it So, rhyme-books, they poison with the arsenic Scribble lines of plots and twists confounding neurologists Deepen my delirium, I'll write breathing little puns Hissing sounds as they release, purge God from bitter nuns Smoking guns, my lyrics are—dense, the dark attest They give the same sensation that sinking does Gills are deficient, navigating watery worlds Clouds of emotional words hang over my head like a curse I dig through sentiment like rubble They say, "Woman is a fish that shows herself most when the waters are troubled" In this no-man's-land, culture hazardous Protect neck and self with magic amulets, silent answers does Holding heavy hearts like Anubis Consumed by anger, self-confusing who the activist Only one stage down in the gallows Where my shadow reigns supreme Beauty for the hideous, I'm a savage and a beast Of the stormiest of temperaments Of waves of manic springs Blakrok like the runners go in the east Turn it on, turn it off, turn it on, turn it off May the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart Find the inner space of night, the most cosmic of sparks The firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark Turn it on, turn it off, turn it on, turn it off May the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart Find the inner space of night, the most cosmic of sparks The firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark [Outro] From Letras Mania