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Music is a battery, it is duality
Music's even there after the eulogy
Music is a red flag, it is a bombtrack
Music snaps your finger and it snaps your neck
When I am rusted from the rain
Music is my king of pain
When there is nothing left to lose
Music is my policy of truth
When I feel dead inside
Music is here for me, in my judgement night
It's the gentle art of making enemies
It is the prayer of the refugees
Like a violent pornography
Like a bittersweet symphony
When I am walking on the moon
Music is tick tick tick tick tick tick… booom
I keep your music in a heart-shaped box
I know your music can release the dogs
Music is a battery, it is duality
Music's even there after the eulogy
Music is a red flag, it is a bombtrack
Music snaps your finger and it snaps your neck
Music is hysteria, it is insomnia
Music is my Jesus of suburbia
Music is a requiem, it is my aeroplane
Music is insane in the membrane
Music is there to mezmerize
Music is there to hypnotize
Music is my church of noise
It is for 21st century digital boys
When time is running out
Music is there to take a look around
Music is my black hole sun
Music is there with song2 and with one
I keep your music in a basket case
I hear your music in the cars I chase
Music is a battery, it is duality
Music's even there after the eulogy
Music is a red flag, it is a bombtrack
Music snaps your finger and it snaps your neck
Music is toxicity, it is my remedy
Music is my virtual insanity
Music is for Diane, it is for Roxanne
Music is the last dance for Mary Jane