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See him, who ariseth from these dreary waters |
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What doth thy imagination tell thee? |
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Those pale dim lights make all eternity end... ... and who laugheth now? |
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Sleep... it leads you right unto dimensions never seen |
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Illusive dreamvisions, aeoms passing in a moment |
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They all dwell therein, there where your second |
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Sight's blinded and delight stands for pain |
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Fragile existence disheartedly brought to |
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Comdemned shell of torturous co-existence |
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Men and insects, both with solus departed |
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This cannot be |
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Stop for a moment (please stop) |
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Conceive, create and produce your own angels |
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Demons of the same kind |
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Anyone or anything you'd dare to trust |
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Naturally, everything seems to be an absurd |
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Absurd to a maximum extent |
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However, please dream on and walk on |
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The path you chose, what a jewel of |
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Subterranea it hides? |
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And is it jewel at all? |
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One billion questions yet with no answer |
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Dream a dream and go deeper deeper deeper! |
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Deeper into time and space all created by yourself |
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And now would please you go back to externality |
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Tell me... can you see anything now? |
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In these waters dark as hell itself probably is, (yes) |
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Still the vision's recognizable... |
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See him, who ariseth from these dreary waters |
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What doth thy imagination tell thee? |
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Those pale dim lights make all eternity end... ... and who laugheth now? |
