Infinite Wisdom

The Flatliners

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Longing for every answer, I'll break down this door
That stands adorned with secondhand insignias
Whose meaning were lost along the way
Dumbed down, so tired and torn

So let it rain infinite wisdom down on me
Wash your hands clean of our tangled history

To the core, I'm left shaken
Shattered when I hear your damning voice
To the reigning champ of boiling blood!
He reaches high atop his own for the ladder's rung

So let it rain infinite wisdom down on me
Wash your hands clean of our tangled history
So let it rain infinite wisdom down on me
Wash me away from this tangled history

And in your infinite wisdom, can you scar from skepticism?
Can you blur the lines between a nightmare and the perfect dream?
Get your God damn hands off of me