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(GODS:) She believes she is embrancing infinite truth. One feeble spirit touch |
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and She will catch the first glimpse of disharmony. |
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(SHE:) |
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Resting from my godly gift |
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Shades of formless visit my dreams |
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A vague voice, a grinding graze |
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Exposing me to myself |
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(Chorus:) |
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How can this be? |
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The world I perceive has to be me |
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Are these dimensions out of reach? |
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An absent-minded, anxious god |
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Twisting the lives in a mortal shell |
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Let me dissolve into the formless world |
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(Chorus) |
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Even he almighty are intended to fall |
