verse 1
So many ways
To wade beyond the lines that border us, come on
Don't take a shot
Or smoke to trigger just a little bit, come on
Can't be a crime to meddle
Can't be wrong to push the pedal
Queasy in grime, no fellow
Standing bones don't up the level
So many times
The prints don't match the brush that painted it, come on
Don't take a forge
Or fake to dazzle as a conjurer, come on
Behind the drape, an agent
Behind aims a grave arrangement
Stuck in the slime, no paddle
Guarded lives don't tend to dabble
Legalize this principle
Jump into a spot not visible
Bring it closer to the middle
What's so right with control
What's left but
Wander from the cynical
Take a look at views atypical
With an answer to the riddle
As a tightening grip
Just when it starts to let go
Bridge
Hocus Pocus
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verse 3
So many ways
Can't be a crime
Behind the drape
Wander from the cynical
Take a look at views atypical
With an answer to the riddle
As a tightening grip
Just when it starts to let go
Jump into a spot not visible
Bring it closer to the middle
What's so right with control
A slipping grip is let go
Outro
Hocus Pocus
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