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Oblivion I D W

identification wannabe acting like a robot manipulated by your idols when I look at you my soul cries 'cause all I see is a copy of something not real

, will I be dead very long?" Losing all I lived for. Losing all I fought for. Oh god if you save them I swear I'll always hold them in my hand

by the moongrief above I loosed my cheerless sighs "Wretched are the kingdoms Where I've been banished to reside Through the ravage of oblivion I

how I are, style's a mirage I drop gems and holograms I call a band to do a show, on the arm man I stretch this like rubber over my shaft Up in Africa