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Master of lunacy
Create all honesty
I’m not on your side
Ask of me, do with me
Place my inner demons
Take them away from me
Lay your hand on my head
Conjure the spirit world, let me run
Feed on your certainty and all of my memories, deep inside
Mask all reality, narrow diversity, underneath my skin
Beyond confusion, I’m not your son, let me run
Lef’nei shanim zeh haya midbar. (Years ago this was a desert)