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Warning

All Too Much ---Warning



In troubled times, I often tend to lean

Towards the breeze, towards the means of life

And if I get the chance to move the day

In the way, my mind like to wander

With butterflies, fly at night



Warning, warning

They're out to clone the land

Warning, warning

In that mixed up human head



As I close my eyes, the demon flies

With purple waves and teeth that sing

And as it (????) my skin, I start to grin

At plastic walls of utter sins

Soon, plexiglas seals my faith from

Tidal waves, they shock (????)



Warning, warning

They're out to clone the land

Warning, warning

Those crazy human heads



Out of sight, they're in my mind again

Like bumblebees, they sworm at me

They like the sky, they squint our eyes

To waterfalls, begin the talks

Unshift the skin to freeze the spell

It comforts me, leaning toward the breeze



Warning, warning

They're out to clone the land

Warning, warning

Those mixed up human heads



Warning, warning

They're out to clone the land

Warning, warning

Those mixed up human heads



Warning, warning

They're out to clone the land

Warning, warning

Those mixed up human heads



Warning, warning

They're out to clone the land

Warning, warning

Those crazy human heads



Warning, warning

Warning, warning

Warning /

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