| You´ve been losing yourself within these liquid silk skies
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| where all those dead roads have lead you, when the wishing well run dry
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| and still you chase strange idols of a long-gone mislead youth
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| stared deep in god´s blank image, but couldn´t find the whole truth
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| You´ll die again to rise and then
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| You´ll see it all depends on what you´ll do
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| Hear all the Brahmins sing in an endless refrain that soon you´ll be born again
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| And far beyond the shadows of another world you´ll see it all at a glance
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| Go break that faceless mirror and end to live in pain
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| While trotting down your way towards a cold and lonely death
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| where their voices won´t fade away, but keep on echoing through your aching head
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| and still you just won´t listen, there ain´t no use to tell
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| you had a thousand years to learn, but still can´t face your true self
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| You´ll die again to rise and then
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| You´ll see it all depends on what you´ll do
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| Hear all the Brahmins sing in an endless refrain that soon you´ll be born again
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| And far beyond the shadows of another world you´ll see it all at a glance
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| Go break that faceless mirror and end to live in pain
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| Yes soon you´ll live again
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| and be damned wear this like a stain
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| Yes soon you´ll live it again
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| and you may finally breakthrough
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| Hear all the Brahmins sing in an endless refrain that soon you´ll be born again
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| And far beyond the shadows of another world you´ll see it all at a glance
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| Go break that faceless mirror and end to live in pain
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| Within the distant mumbling of the priest recalls the voice of the wind
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| saying: «yours is the holy land, you may claim it again!» |