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It's a hollow hand |
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That pulls you into |
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An otherworldly land |
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So alluring and new |
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And the higher ground |
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Where you took your stand |
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Has now leveled down to the sand |
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A search for your last destination |
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You're already there |
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Where madness and bliss coexist |
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With the color that is |
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Filling the air |
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A distorted utopia sets in |
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With it brings a new beginning to every end |
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And it's all you've never had |
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And it's all you'll never know |
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You're feigning reality and coming down too slow |
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An ever changing map |
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A spiraled path |
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A picture of the past where |
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No time has elapsed |
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On another plane |
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Where you left yourself out of your body again |
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A search for your last destination |
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You're already there |
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Where madness and bliss coexist |
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With the color that is |
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Filling the air |
|
A distorted utopia sets in |
|
With it brings a new beginning to every end |
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And it's all you've never had |
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And it's all you'll never know |
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You're feigning reality and coming down too slow |
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Out of body out of mind |
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Entheogenic the divine |
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The divine |
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Faced with an endless maze |
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Never ending race |
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Follow your reflection blindly through the blackended haze |
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Unrealistic it's so masochistic |
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A display of the self |
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And you're purged as the flood washes over |
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Leaving you barren and cold |
