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My eyes were jaded, so close to the center I could not see |
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But now they are fixed and glaring at the sacrifice to be made |
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Now that I'm aware of the cycles I pray that I can deal |
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Now that I have shown you these cycles I pray that you can feel |
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In and out of the stray |
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Taking the bait |
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Feeling compelled to obey, betray |
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The isle of await |
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Running scared from their thought |
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Thinking I can summon some ancient truth before wrong |
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seeking my nature, our nature with fear of being caught |
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Or have we been like this all along |
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The dawn of birth gives way to men |
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Age brings dimness to sight as it must |
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Death seals the eyelids on darkness once again |
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Augmentation of the dust |
