| As the sun at night and the stars in the day, the emptiness that surrounds me
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| Is truly amazing, a vision destroyed
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| Like the sound of a whisper descending in the distant darkness
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| Retreating from the grasp of the hands that burn the world
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| In the pale light of the daybreak I change again to stone
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| Thrust so deeply into the dirt that I can never be surfaced
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| Like a shipwreck fallen far beneath into the trenches of the deep
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| Dreams, like memories, lose their taste over time
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| And the bitterness quickly becomes
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| All you can remember, so fear not for after
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| The pain subsides, it will be like you never dreamt at all
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| I have no way to survive or place to belong while staying alive
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| Mysteries sealed in cages of steel, clattering far above where vision has failed
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| Living is the chaos of existence
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| Dismantling itself, instant by instant
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| There is no uncertainty or fear within
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| For living is what creates it
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| Confessing from behind a mask, insincerity spilling out over the edges
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| Where the mystery of being hangs, snakes from the mouths of the withered and |
| aged
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| Like a flame broken into embers
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| A once unbearable heat has faded away
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| When the light goes out
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| The darkness is deeper than if it had never shone
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| As the light goes out
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| In this cavern so dark I hope to remain
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| Like a flame broken into embers
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| A once unbearable heat has faded away
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| Shapeless is the mold I’m encased in
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| Chased by a wraith in a hundred
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| Places I fear, this dream I once held dear is disappearing
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| The picture of a world of gray is getting clear
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| So many differences, interpretations taking place
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| The dream I once held dear is fading away
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| Now drifted so far into the distance
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| This ship of Theseus is sinking
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| Living is the chaos of existence
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| Dismantling itself, instant by instant
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| Living is the chaos of existence
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| Dismantling itself, instant by instant
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| There is no uncertainty or fear within
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| For living is what creates it |