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This song is by 504 Plan and appears on the album Treehouse Talk (2002).

Infected deep inside,
Prosthetic light, falls over my eyes,
And these words were spoke in fear,
Catacombs of rotten smiles,

Did I mention that I'm real,
All this light shines through me,
I ride reflections in your eyes,
And notice I'm not broken,
Happiness was linked with pain,
Cancer made me do this,
Fields of fallen angels cry,
While I was singing,

Break these walls,
I break my hands,
The lies that I've been told again,
Elastic feelings tend to snap and then break,
The world burned down without my help

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