| Day turns to night
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| Light fades away
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| Life turns to dreamscape
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| Day turns to night
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| Light fades away
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| Life turns to dreamscape
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| Mind paves the way
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| Friends become demons
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| Lies bear the seeds
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| A future dismantled
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| We must not concede
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| Day turns to night, my thoughts tend to drift off
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| Find myself lurking in the hallways with destitution
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| Tryna find a reason for these sequences
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| Passively asserts but with no real conclusion
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| Time seems distant, merely but a foreign concept
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| I’m watching stills, watching all these foreign objects
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| Flash frame photography, my life on a page
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| Monday monotony, no expression on my face
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| , tryna lift my spirits ain’t an option
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| Instead I need to reassess the plan of action
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| Redefine my goals, grasp the concept of the future
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| We design the path, lo and behold the first sutra
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| We’re used to taking life at face value
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| With the power that we have, is it fine to merely coexist?
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| It’s the question that I pose to my compatriots
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| single fingers clench to form a fist
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| So now we out here, phase one connected
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| Calibrate the senses, thoughts recollected
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| Assimilate the brainwaves, reshape the mindstate
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| pupils dilate
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| Reset permissions, access the info
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| Overcome the barriers you used to into
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| Bypass illusions of what was thought proxy
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| Engage the matrix,
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| See, with us, we exist on all levels
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| Timespace, emotional planes, set the gameboard
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| We about to break out, break in that new suit
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| Harness the universe, we set the parameters
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| Built to rebuild, healing subconscious
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| Programme the repro, research in motion
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| Through evolution, our true search for meaning
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| Slowly revealed as we become one |