| Suspended in endless time
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| This dormant serpent lies coiled within me
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| Trying to feel its way out of this stasis
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| But where to begin?
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| There has to be a purpose
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| There has to be a point to all of this
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| The patterns run too deep
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| The voices won’t let me sleep
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| I see the edges of the tunnel that’s restricted my vision
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| Slowly coming into focus
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| My adopted, limiting thoughts
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| Begin to fade into oblivion
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| Who is the witness to these thoughts I call my own?
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| Where is the substance to this life that I’ve been shown?
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| Reach through the veil, I can feel you watching
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| Expose the truth surrounding me
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| Synapses reconstructing,
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| I internalize reality
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| I’ve discovered the key
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| I’m overcome by a familiar warmth
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| As suddenly it all makes sense
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| Awake
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| I feel why I’m alive
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| How blind I’ve been to purpose
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| (Through soulless eyes)
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| While Mother’s been here all along
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| Her beauty, her perfection
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| How far we have strayed
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| (How far we’ve strayed away)
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| I hear The Way, I know The Way
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| We are the only way |