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Masters Of Illusion Let Me Talk To You

[x4] Let me talk to you I got some conversation Yeah baby you know I respect you for Brought me to Burger King Ride with me in my litty lorry you know

time with big illusions Talking to the walls But Jericho will never fall We sold our trumpets long ago Exchanging all the best we had Into atomic master

thought of you alone You now enter the dimension called the Twilight Zone You're terrified . . . plus you can't bear the thought You and I one-on-one in the land of the lost You

jump, jump to it Uh-huh, you heard the hook No matter you Braveheart or shook You can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left Kicks to the mids relieving you

years And you'll have taken every chance away from me My master for life All my life Just when I think you'll let me be I'll awake knowing you've been haunting me

art imitating life imitating art Imitating the brain simulating thoughts when I talk Idealistically I spit for free The cinography of the rhyme is what balances me Challenges me

Please let me see more deeply... You've sold your self from god to them, to gain your pride or something else? Believe me, you must be careful, You risk

light, but everything's motion is frightening.. plus the thought you alone You now enter dimension, called the Twilight Zone You're terrified.. plus you can't bear the thought You