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"So, it was a tragic time, when I could do nothing. I would only immerse myself into the book that spoke of ancient times. And two works came out of it, actually were born six months apart, in the Spring of 1940. And then I knew that I would have to stay long, here. I knew also that my work would find quite an opposition. But I did not know the extent... the extent of this opposition, and the violence." |
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Working thorough the night, waiting for a sign |
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As I sacrifice, under candle light |
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Books bury the room, the comforts of a tomb |
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I'll rewrite everything that we knew |
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Obsession takes my life, as the years they pass me by |
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I grow tired, as day breaks into night |
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The more I perfect, the more blood I shed |
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Because the better we are, the harder we starve |
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I am confined to scorn my life |
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Because the better we are, the father we'll go to scar |
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We are so curious... |
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We are the fault in all we know |
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I am consumed... |
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And it just kills me when I'm out of the room |
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I cannot give up, it's almost done! |
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I'm just wait for a sign from above... |
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War fares, blood shared... |
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Do you notice? We forget |
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We're born of the same design, but there is great divide |
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The force of the lore, the fate we ignore |
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Born with a blinded eye |
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We are designed to find |
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The source of the soul |
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The faith they withhold |
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My life is not mine |
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I gave it to the world |
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It's closing in... My battle begins! |
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And now it's my time to show all |
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The true wrath of god, the past we forgot |
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And I shine light for all... |
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bound to the signs above |
