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We've built illusion, into every failing sequence / Welcome decay in honor of the sun |
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This hollow shell, this beacon of suffering / The path unknown, we carry on, we approach |
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A death march, repeating, forever in a circle |
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And hidden from our sight, for an end we still falsely seek / To see the road, and to not traverse |
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There is a cost here, etched in every heart / Would destroy the will, would vanquish the soul |
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The pain we hide, from ourselves / And now let us proceed with all that we know, balance returns |
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That will awaken to begin |
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A new procession |
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Toward an undoing |
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Stowed away beneath time |
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How far can you see, never far enough |
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And how much ground must be covered to roundly crown the bluff |
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The circle ever bending |
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The cycle never ending |
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The way is through, no circumventing here |
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To see the road and not to traverse |
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Would destroy the will, would vanquish the soul |
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So let us proceed with all that we know |
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This fire inside ascends, awaiting, new light to rise |
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Awaken to begin a new procession |
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Starlight commands the world be built again |
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To start again by ceasing |
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We approach, another cycle |
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Awaken, to begin, renewal |
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Why aren't you living |
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Why would you repeat this |
