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All I've ever foreseen Is caught intertwined and in formation with self-illusion That I'll find a way to find a way To bleed sufficiently Into the faces of sampled varied names And is heaven a boring place? Stagnant temptationless And filled with the shit we wish for What happened to my old pen ink-laced inspiration? And it's hard to break away From the fantasies and the imagery of the same place The same place that brought me some relief And you're so easy to ruin now And you're so easy From Letras Mania