| Things seem acquired and more are lost
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| Such is the whole ply of the senses
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| Just trying to orient the self but still ever lost
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| A weight on the neck poised over oblivion
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| Waging war on the self, physically enslaved
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| By a shimmering world thus I behave like a man in a grave
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| Cause and effect are the prescribed laws
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| Self-deceit and delusions, the opiate of the masses
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| Hearken in silence
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| Hearken devoid of senses
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| Hearken in darkness
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| Separate from sensible things
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| Hearken in emptiness
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| Void of corporeal quantity
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| Hearken devoid of consciousness
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| Tear out the eyes and fathom what’s behind
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| Pierce the eardrums and listen to the hum
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| The innate limit falls, feel it unbind
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| Pendulum stands still, no age to come
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| Feel them, these spiral vibrations
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| Strangled within coils
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| Feel them, jolting in the veins
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| Strangled within coils
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| Feel them, in the pulsing flames
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| Strangled within coils
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| Feel them, the primordial chains
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| Strangled within coils |