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to feel the pain.
Ockham's Razor blade.
Is coming to down
Ockham's Razor Blade.
Ockham's Razor Blade.
You're all part of the old war.
And we always left

gears.
It won't keep, he'll die before the end is near. 
We'll go boldly, angels cry and oceans weep
Crying holy, Ockham's razor cut me free.
On high

light and no air
These voices are all that is left
In this prison which was created
For this vulnerable entity
Ockham's razor will pave the way to freedom