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Our perception, so limited and so restrained. |
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A symptom of our condition. |
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Mass confusion, the evidence of staring blind. |
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A symptom of our condition. |
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But we're ready to face illusion. |
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Ready to survey dark vistas. |
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Where forgotten realities have come |
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to the surface. |
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New details, inner workings of the machine. |
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Our to discover. |
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Lift the veil, give us focus. |
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a view flawless, we're so naive. |
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Lift the veil, the faint shading |
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of the world we perceive. |
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Steady, we won't shy away. |
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Steady as we face the unveiling. |
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Where we see everything anew, |
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enhanced by a new light. |
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Mask lifted from the face |
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Of the world we knew. |
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It's all coming clearer. |
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Have we always viewed our world subdued? |
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Out of focus? |
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Have we always looked |
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through broken lenses? |
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Have we let ourselves be convinced |
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that our privilege is justified, ours by right? |
