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Reach into the void |
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Touch the heart of darkness |
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Reach for the light |
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Feel the hand of god |
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The uncertainty of my existence |
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Can be decided by choice of a path |
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I must walk |
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So, sick monotone culprit |
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Come on down and we'll talk about it |
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Bow down to the gods |
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Or keep on walking further. |
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On the cusp of our enlightenment we march |
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With the sun at my back |
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I take my first step outside shading my thoughtsand perceptions. |
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Done from the truth |
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I'll never run |
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Be it the light or the shadow |
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I walk in hand with all |
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Born of nothing |
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My thoughts are unconditional |
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And I despise the fa |
