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Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light |
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Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight |
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At the point of total darkness and the lights divine divide |
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A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on either side, either side |
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And balanced on the precipice the moment must reveal |
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Naked in the face of time, our race within the wheel |
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As we hang beneath the heavens, and we hover over hell |
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Our hearts become the instruments we learn to play so well |
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So wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight |
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Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright |
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Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light |
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Outside the pull of gravity, beyond the spectral veil |
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Within our careful reasoning, we search to no avail |
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For the constant in the chaos, for the fulcrum in the void |
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Following a destiny our steps cannot avoid |
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Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light |
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Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight |
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At the point of total darkness and the lights divine divide |
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A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on either side |
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Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight |
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Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright |
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Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light |
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In a spiral never-ending are we drawn towards the source |
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Spinning at the mercy of an unrelenting force |
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So we stare into the emptiness and fall beneath the weight |
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Circling the Nexus in a fevered dance with fate |
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Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight |
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Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright |
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Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light |
