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You are here, the bringer of despair and privation. |
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No need to be discreet in your actions. |
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You come forth from distant soil where you are a stranger |
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and then you ended up far from home in exile. |
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We greet you decent, since you are not here to stay. |
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You're a passenger indulging in our misery. |
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And as we try to seek your ends, our means are to distract. |
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You will not see the reasons, because they are hidden well. |
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Doubtfulness is for the weak. |
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Such kind is the lone deranger. |
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Is unforgiveness what you seek? |
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Then you are marked a stranger. |
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We misdirect your sight |
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and feed you with decoy. |
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You smile and think you know it all, and we will play along. |
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Let us be and walk your way. |
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Remember what you have seen, and tell everyone of this wretched place. |
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Your words will speak of all my dreams. |
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When you reach perfection, you know decline is on its way to bring you down. |
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When you are asleep, you know I'm always awake and ready to bring you down. |
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I know your wounds still burn. |
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And I know you will leave when the winds turn. |
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When the winds turn, it brings dissonance into the sky. |
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Drift like clouds, and flow like water. |
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Rage like a fire to turn all things black. |
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Become one with the void. |