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The perfection of the spirit |
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Perform the ritual of dying |
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Deep in yourself, |
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on the somber set scene |
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Make no mistake |
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You must already be there |
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Retreat your body |
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and your mind inside |
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(Chorus) |
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Consider it already over |
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You must be dead by now |
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Leave the gate |
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And the enemy is silently waiting |
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So die already |
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Disheartening mind |
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And no one can stand before you |
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Stand before you |
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Then let the torments begin |
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And meditations set up behind closed eyes |
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Your flesh being ripped by arrows |
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And bullets from blazing guns |
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Knives carve holes in your chest |
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And spears impale every limb |
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Surging waves carry you away |
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And waters burst your lungs |
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You are thrown into the midst of great fire |
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Then in heavy storm struck down by lighting |
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A mighty earthquake shakes and eats you up |
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Then you fall from a thousand-foot cliff |
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(Repeat chorus) |
