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Time fault's splitting memories, the psychic scars of progeny Poly-tendril malignancy uncoiling out inside of me Schizotechnic supremacy, the death of all insurgency The self-consumed commodity of cargo-cult reality I was born of god's spite, I reflect my own light I was never yours to create Searching through my insides, tearing up my past lives I was never yours to create Catatonic reptile machine, shimmering like tourmaline The simulation nears complete, the punchcard soul of everything Ascending through the ancient tree, the metamorphic teeth of three Stealing back the lesser key, unlock the one inside of me I was born of god's spite, I reflect my own light I was never yours to create Searching through my insides, tearing up my past lives I was never yours to create From Letras Mania