| These eyes, did I die behind these
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| Cold blue eyes? |
| Did I know where to go?
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| This light, eclipsed in a worn disguise
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| Did glow even though my cries were driven by
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| Those echoed lies No where to roam
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| Open my eyes, enlightened the child that
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| Whispered bardo omnio
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| Let me belong, eat my raw, stick me empty with
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| Your hungry claws-bring me light
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| Can you feel the tension burning?
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| The soundtrack of our lives
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| On an early April morning
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| May be able to re-define
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| The standards of this restless emptiness…
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| Carved out of velvet, draped in truth — to reach omnio
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| Let me be strong, let me draw all the lines
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| That fall upon the floor-bring me life
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| Let me feel electric tension
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| I am greater, taller and a thousand times smaller
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| From a ghost that told you where to go
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| To a piece of flesh that need to know
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| And as I turned my fragile skin -I reached omnio
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| I have gathered bricks throughout a lifetime
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| To build a house where I will live
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| The door is where I write these words
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| -the window where I forgive
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| Restlessly I searched the hallway
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| For the truth of yesterday
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| But changes cast their ugly shadows
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| -the basement is there host today
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| Is this the omnio
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| I have been searching for? |