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The quest for Eden leads us on, fuel to theorize |
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Is there a place in time where war and peace collide? |
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Our lives begin naked and unknowing |
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Given time we spoil as desire shapes our will |
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Sing unto me sinners, the masses are on fire |
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The flames skin deep through the core of life |
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The minions learn through fear and uprise |
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Fading in the distant haze the myths we've made burn on |
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Sing a song of sadness of lunacy's mad lore |
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Bastardized by the dogs of war |
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A woman still pure made a whore |
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Leaders throughout history killed for Eden's gain |
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No one knows where Eden lies |
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Between hope and fantasy so pure |
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No one knows where Eden lies |
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Fools sits on high so Eden lies obscured |
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From our view |
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Inside your mind is the key to the garden's gate |
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The quest for Eden leads us on, fuel to theorize |
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Is there a place in time where war and peace collide? |
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Sing unto me sinners and share with me your minds |
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The keys to knowledge we seek to find |
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Those who conform push thorns in our eyes |
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But still I persist join in my cause |
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For change is eclipsed by apathy |
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No one knows where Eden lies |
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Fools sit on high, so Eden lies obscured |
