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| Hunger for what's not there, eyeless congregation Blessed be unto for their hearts are true Submitting to the stimuli, a pure psychic secretion For their souls are empty Bleeding out the will of humanity Can you hear the tolling of the bell? The masses salivate Neurons fire with desire to quench intangible needs Supplant the seed, learn the machine When two entities commonly occur close together The appearance of one shall forever bring to mind the other Can you hear the tolling of the bell? Infecting the insane "Don't become a mere recorder of facts, but try to penetrate the mystery of their origin. Perfect as the wing of a bird might be, it will never enable the bird to fly if unsupported by the air. Facts are the heir of science. Without them a man of science can never rise" [Ivan Pavlov] [Solo Tony] Pinpoint your soul I'll swallow it What will be left behind Nothing but a body cold Pinpoint your fears I'll wallow in them What is now left behind Noting but a body cold Can you hear the tolling of the bell? The masses salivate Can you hear the tolling of the bell? Infecting the insane |
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