| How do you picture the vision of your heaven?
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| How do you paint the dread of your hell?
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| What if there is no answer to be given
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| No truth to be revealed
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| Far from self — comforting lies
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| Far from self — deceiving truths
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| Silence is waiting for us
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| Counting down our reunion
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| This gaping void
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| Always distant. |
| Forever near
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| Seductive void
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| Never to be known
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| I pity you. |
| O seekers of God
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| I pity you. |
| O born of the night
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| As neither above nor below
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| Shall see your redemption
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| I taste brimstone and my tongue becomes fire
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| I melt my lips so my words become mute
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| From within I burn myself to ashes
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| I leave it all as a story untold
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| I run from self — comforting lies
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| I run from self — deceiving truths
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| Silence is waiting for me
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| Counting down our reunion
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| This gaping void
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| Always distant. |
| Forever near
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| Seductive void
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| Never to be known
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| We shall always roll our stones
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| Up the hill
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| And each time we shall fail
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| Until there is no more to roll
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| No top to be reached
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| And no us to try
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| For no question shall be answered
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| No sin forgiven
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| No deed remembered
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| And on the day
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| Utter tranquility shall be given away
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| In all its horrifying glory
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| No wisdom but confusion
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| Born of this great disclosure
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| No wisdom but confusion
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| Near death revelations
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| Attracted by the blinding light
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| Like moths we fly towards the fiery end
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| With hope to conquer the skies
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| We throw ourselves into the void again |