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Through a series of psychological tests I have been declared a demon Traveling through dimensions fatal weapons leave you bleeding Dissecting gray matter, doesn't matter in my cathedral But how could you stand my timberlands in your cerebral Faces of space probes be scattered through my mental Acoustics in my chamber just endanger instrumental Fundamental rhythms are symbols of paternal power Get devoured, by my infinite skills to disappear Getting lost in the holocaust that rage between my ears Complex like gravity Tragically and mathematically I defeat ya squadron black magically Analyze the tangle As you get mangled by my triangular rhythms... Systematic rotations of my words cause cataclysms
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