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There's a feeling that weakens me |
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Sucking my blood |
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Like thousands of leeches on my skin |
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There's something that keeps me sleepless |
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It draws me in deeper and deeper |
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Like black holes devour the stars |
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There are memories I find myself |
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Imprisoned in earthly flesh |
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But the ground will be shaking |
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When I unleash my wrath |
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I have been at the birth of time |
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I have seen rainbows made of methane |
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Galaxies were my playground |
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And the universe will be my grave |
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I sank into the waters |
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Of grotesque |
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I must drink from the fountain of wisdom |
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For I want to roam |
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The unfathomed dephts of the universe |
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Where stars are born and die |
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And the aeons seem only to a moment |
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A tiny fragment of endless time |
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But now I stepped through |
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The threshold of fear |
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My heart is filled with joy |
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I laugh upon the mortals |
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For they can't explore |
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The unfathomed dephts of the universe |
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Where stars are born and die |
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And the aeons seem only to a moment |
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A tiny fragment of endless time |
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I have been at the birth of time |
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I have seen rainbows made of methane |
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Metagalaxies were my playground |
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And the multiverse will be my grave |
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Nothing weakens me anymore |
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It is unearthly tranquility I found |
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And now I cross the river of no return |
