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In the morning as |
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I come around, rub my eyes and look outside |
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Watching, absorbing the underworld - reflections of a monstrous soul within |
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Power stations and power games - this sickness called society |
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I have identified the forces behind these changes that |
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I see I put on my mask |
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I walk down the path |
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I go through the arch |
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Outside the gate |
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I have walked blkac lava fields of the northern hemisphere |
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I have travelled the |
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Andes range, across |
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Pacific isles |
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There is no escape in the waking world from that which is approaching us fast |
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Salvation is drawn from our childhoos dreams |
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In lands of beauty untainted by cynicism |
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I put on my mask |
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I walk down the path |
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I go through the arch |
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Outside the gate |
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He invokes entities vast and mindless! |
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We shall taste unimaginable joys a thousand times greater than these! |
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And when the stars assume their rightful place, man liberates a mindless race |
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Morals and laws shall be thrown aside - tap the millenial flame with pride |
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Gaze with wonder, embrace your fate - |
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A madman looks outside the gate! |
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I put on my mask |
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I walk down the path |
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I go through the arch |
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I close the gate |
