Small crystal bead
Turned into thick scarlet river 
They asked me what I wanted to be
And told me what not to be

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They say that genetics loads the gun
Personality and psychology aim it
And your experiences pull the trigger.

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But if I unleashed my weapon of choice on you 
And left your heart hemorrhaging 
Perhaps you’d finally realize
We’ve run out of excuses.

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It’s time to stop squeezing those intellectual eyelids
Fasten our satin sashes
And continue down our stream of consciousness