Dreams of contemplation, a resignation, know what.
Useless indignation, a segregation, plant your seed.
Steamless conversation, what is happening to me.
I'm no longer your erection, or your congregation, I'm your disease.
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You take the sun.
You have your fun but you better beware.
You better beware.
You broke it down.
With that boring sound you gave to me.
That I don't want to hear.
You're in some blind elation, a kind of delusion,
you don't get through to me.
Deliver your equation and still you won't see a change in me.
You want my redemption, you want me to believe that it's all me.
Well, I'm no longer your erection, or your congregation, I'm your disease.
<i>[Chorus]
You take the sun.
You have your fun but you better beware.
You better beware.
You broke it down.
With that boring sound you gave to me.
That I don't want to hear.
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