| You are the ones that will free us from colours
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| That will free us from words
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| Squeezed in the rock of existence
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| We never experienced anything else
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| Mind, moment, spark-there's nothing
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| The weight of this world breaks my spine
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| So maybe emptiness completes existence?
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| Does something that never was exist?
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| Destroy, change- you are unable
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| Hatred, fear, frustration- laughter
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| Is it possible to be in the temple of nothingness?
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| World is you, you’re the eternal everything
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| Never-always, one- nothing
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| You think that destruction is the way
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| Let your own pain be the answer
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| For nothingness, for non-existence in emptiness
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| Being for not being, religion of black hole
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| Did we find already:
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| Can something that never was give us an answer:
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| What you truly hate is a part of you
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| World without move, we flow in substance
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| Devoured by perfect entirety
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| Homogenous millions of perfect shape |