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It's the time of the day when |
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I lay down to rest |
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To impressions of the day digest |
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But thoughts of my existence emerge |
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Who am I and why am |
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I? My consciousness can't be purged |
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Until a soothing breeze is putting me to sleep |
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I fall through endless depths |
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My dreams awake, they're taking over |
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Take me on a journey within [Lead: Schalin] |
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I see myself and |
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I see my world |
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I meet people from my past |
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But can't remember where they're from |
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They stare at me with hollow eyes |
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Still disappointment therein lies |
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I see nations birth and death |
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One thousand human lives |
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Begin and end |
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I see new religions are born |
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And they fall into oblivio |
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I witness the births of worlds |
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And the old ones wither away |
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New universes are created in storms of fire |
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The old ones are crushed inside black holes |
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I see my old life fading away |
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And a new one is about to begin |
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I see water sprig |
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From the well of truth |
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People congregate |
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With will to eternal wisdom obtain |
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Those with false hearts |
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That taste the water change form |
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To trembling vile creatures with their insides out |
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The others are reborn as gods |
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At the very back of the swarming crowds |
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I see my tense face, |
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I'm eager with fear |
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I desire to know but |
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I fear the same fate |
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The one of others that |
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I just beheld |
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When monsters with false hearts have expired |
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And the new gods are sent to conquer the world |
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As the last one |
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I stand alone by the well |
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With fear |
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I put out my hands |
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To finally taste the truth about me [Lead: Schalin] |
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With uncertainty |
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I awake from my dream |
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What would have happened and who am |
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I? I seek but can not find the well of truth |
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And struggle therefore through my life |
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With fear and eagerness |
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To godhood or complete demise |
