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Faceless, numberless days, gray isolation |
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Time featureless crushing hope |
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Intense corrupted Bliss moments |
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Nothing, the Machine |
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Everything grinds us down |
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Escape until we seep, Nothing, the blackened soil |
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Flying in elegant circles, drift through time and space |
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Crumble under the wight of sheer intense bliss |
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Where everything is nothing and nothing - everything |
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It is a meaningless dream from which we need to escape? |
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Tear at the psyche |
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To bring us down |
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Where everything is |
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nothing |
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And nothing everything |
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Delve through the ether, drown in emptiness |
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I need nothing, I want it all |
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I need nothing I want the world to crawl |
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Somewhere in its depths |
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Lies what we have been looking for |
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I need nothing I want it all |
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I need nothing I want the world to crawl |
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Flying in elegant circles, drifting through time |
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Crumble under the weight of sheer intense bliss |
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Where everything is nothing and nothing - everything |
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It's a meaningless dream |
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From which we need to escape? |
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Tear at the psyche to bring us down |
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The machine rolls through town |
