Cerbellion<br />
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In a bed of concrete and comatose<br />
In a storm shelter of my sub-conscious<br />
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Visions show me the way, for I am sightless<br />
One step gets you mind involved, Cerebellion setting in<br />
To stand down for the day; a waste of time<br />
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Where death centers and sprits stray<br />
Where Hell festers above spent spectres<br />
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Voices tell what to say, for I am speechless<br />
One step lets your mind evolve, Cerebellion setting in<br />
To stand down for the day; a waste of time<br />
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Bleed the sipid nectar I need from vessels of mental veigns<br />
Millions distraught upon this empty thought, this vision that I retain<br />
Tempt not the weight of the world<br />
Cerebral standards<br />
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Well I speak, but are my statements unique, or samples of what i hear? <br />
Verse in haste and verbal commonplace; the voices that tell of fear<br />
Tempt not the weight of the words<br />
Silence by standards<br />
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Undecided view drains me out of you<br />
Still I bleed...<br />
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Prime of life passing with each pulse pumping slowly away<br />
Empty indecision leads my sight and speech further astray<br />
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So I turn back the years though it is pointless<br />
One step lets your mind dissolve, Cerebellion setting in<br />
To stand down for the day; a waste of time<br />
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Still I bleed...<br />