| The most delicate master
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| The drive, the core of our source of function
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| Too strong the belief of supremacy
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| And we’ll drown in the lack of the increasing gain
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| Driven since the first step
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| And here we are trying to find our way in Time bordering all advantages
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| Fear of infinity self-conceit
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| The ability to process, the ability to err
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| Truth neglected in irrational frustration
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| Determination serving temptation
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| Desire within unsound
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| Euphoric ambition possessed
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| To shorten our path, to lengthen our time
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| The most delicate master
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| The drive, the core of our source of function
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| Raionality paralyzed at the altar of will
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| Too tired of struggling, too strong to give in Driven since the first step
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| A conscious failure of feigned ignorance
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| Internal filt appearing so reasonable
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| A stubborn wound none willing to heal
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| All equal in the field of diffidence
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| Swaying about on a weaker scent
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| Distance blurring destination
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| Desire within unsound
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| Euphoric ambition possessed
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| Idle discontent devotion |