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The coldness of confusion hangs in the morning air as |
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Brazen bells ring reality |
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To announce the conqueror dawn |
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Removed from nights fleeting trance |
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Plunged headlong into cold days |
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Where in a circle we wander |
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The barren wastes of our pasts. [III. DAYLIGHT DREAMERS] |
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Daylight dreamers awaken on |
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Deserts of desperation |
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Lonely lives learn to live on |
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Islands of isolation. |
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Surrounded by violent oceans of hate and hopeless sorrows |
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Daylight dreamers envision tranquil seas in safe tomorrows. |
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Dreaming through the darkened day |
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Along tempest torn strands |
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Desperately grasping the grains of hope that flit through our hands |
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As they fall we tighten our hold |
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While the waves claim the final few taken without ceremony |
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They drift out of view. |
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Washed away with the tides of time |
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Slipped through our fingers as dreams do. [IV. Quietus] |
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From sleeping visions |
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Daily were torn |
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In waking hours |
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Hopes our forlorn. |
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Is all we do and all we dream doomed to drown in a hopeless stream? |
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Wishing life were made of lasting visions in eternal sleep |
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And if that rest were filled with sorrow still we'd sleep. |
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In the madness of a silent eternity |
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We'd find solace in |
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False visions that protect us from reality. |
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Enter ivory gates through midnight skies |
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Daylight dreamers in private parades |
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Perform before perpetual dawn |
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As dusk engulfs the gate of horn. |
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Ivory towers appear beyond the gate |
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Invisible fortresses of escape |
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Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears |
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Impervious to reality. [V. Ivory Tower] |
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Behind sullen doors |
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Untouched within |
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Sale from summer storms and winter winds |
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Relentless tempests |
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Can weaken walls |
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Towers falter when reality calls. |
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Untouchable by all without |
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Lost in the silken web youth may weave |
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Tangled threads seem a stronghold |
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But illusions can deceive |
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A cold daze plagues the air |
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Driven by aging winds |
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The walls give way to the rush and let reality. [VI. Whispers on the wind] |
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Misty morning on windswept plain |
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Embers of a fortress all that remain. |
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The seeds of life that burned within have flown like whispers on the wind. |
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From the sleepers world |
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I look toward darkening skys. |
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Through the violet haze of summer storms |
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The sun leaves tired eyes. [VII. Acquiescence] |
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Betrayed by innocence |
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Deceived by delusions |
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Plagiarized promises |
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Pale into empty hopes. |
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Ivory towers bow down |
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In reverence to daylight |
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As dreamers awaken |
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In sleepers somber shade. |
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Ocean Waves shift leaving only memories. |
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Final traces of hope are swallowed in the deep. |
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Despair sends a certain calm |
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A vague sense of relief released from all our longings |
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Silently we'll sleep. |
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Hope leads to quiet desperation |
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When reality obscures the dream |
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Makes the mind a grave of memories |
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That wander like the lonely breeze |
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Whose whispers echo through ruins rust of towers torn and dreams turned to dust. [VIII. Retrospect] [Instrumental] |
