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Profane Geometry - Iron Chic
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Profane Geometry Iron Chic

Profane Geometry - Iron Chic
[Verse 1]
Planning a vacation
In unmapped constellations
I've seen them in a dream
A thousand permutations
Adjust my calculations
But never what I mean
And nothing's what it seems

[Chorus]
When the walls start bleeding
That's a curse worth repeating
My palms get sweaty
Yeah, I'm fucked up already
Whole world's drowning in my fist
A long way from innocent
It makes sense when you look at it that way

[Verse 2]
It's a one man operation
A no-win situation
A panoramic scene
The complex computations
And the strictest regulations
Couldn't change the things I've seen
But they might tell me what it means
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