| It’s a hollow hand
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| That pulls you into
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| An otherworldly land
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| So alluring and new
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| And the higher ground
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| Where you took your stand
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| Has now leveled down to the sand
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| A search for your last destination
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| You’re already there
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| Where madness and bliss coexist
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| With the color that is
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| Filling the air
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| A distorted utopia sets in
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| With it brings a new beginning to every end
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| And it’s all you’ve never had
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| And it’s all you’ll never know
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| You’re feigning reality and coming down too slow
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| An ever changing map
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| A spiraled path
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| A picture of the past where
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| No time has elapsed
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| On another plane
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| Where you left yourself out of your body again
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| A search for your last destination
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| You’re already there
|
| Where madness and bliss coexist
|
| With the color that is
|
| Filling the air
|
| A distorted utopia sets in
|
| With it brings a new beginning to every end
|
| And it’s all you’ve never had
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| And it’s all you’ll never know
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| You’re feigning reality and coming down too slow
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| Out of body out of mind
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| Entheogenic the divine
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| The divine
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| Faced with an endless maze
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| Never ending race
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| Follow your reflection blindly through the blackended haze
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| Unrealistic it’s so masochistic
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| A display of the self
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| And you’re purged as the flood washes over
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| Leaving you barren and cold |