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Our life remains |
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A process of guilt and obfuscation |
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And it stays the same |
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No closer to the deeper truths |
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And further from a divine light |
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We rode on wings, baring our souls / Into the night |
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Leaving scattered remnants of self / When the stars fall |
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We fell from the sky / The depths went black |
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And with a blink / The lesser wind |
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Stood and teetered on the chasm's brink / Submitting to the darkness |
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And grey, and black and nothingness |
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We form a line, from there to here |
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Hoping to find our way back |
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Gave way to green, and the ultimate question / With the remnants of light |
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All things seen and heard / You've sewn the seeds on the altar |
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All intangibles given a word / The new dawn's fire |
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And now a new breath, a decree / Burns brighter still |
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Of purpose, of inspiration, of necessity |
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To the many possibilities left unheard |
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We bend, we wither, without the wind |
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Wearing borrowed skin |
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Dethroned, feet set firm |
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I see the liars, cower in their dens |
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To defy concern, by discerning, we rise again |
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To gain a hold, by releasing |
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The chaff blows away with the wind |
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Fear of death is a delusion we must escape |
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While weakness preys upon the Will |
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Yet we offer the excuse of self |
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With scream and whisper a call will be heard |
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Unable to say where the mountain ends and the clouds begin |
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Floating in the aether awaiting the grasp of all who dare |
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Unwilling to say where the mountain ends and the clouds begin |
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We bend, we wither, without the wind |
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And grey, and black, and nothingness |
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With scream and whisper |
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Our call will be heard |