| Mired in illusion
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| Lost in the masters game
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| Silenced by the idea of time
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| Nurtured with lies and deceit
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| The silent seeker, the seer
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| Travels beyond the veil
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| The silent seeker, the seer
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| Fleeing the dense womb of ignorance
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| To the trained eye
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| There are no coincidences
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| The more you see
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| The less it makes sense
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| To the trained eye
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| There are no coincidences
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| If you can not see
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| You can not truly know
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| We are the current sum of all the ages
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| Leaving a trail of burnt pages
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| Thrown into darkness as stars
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| We travel alone as one
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| When the dust settles on the tavern
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| Is when we’re liberated from illusion
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| Taking our first and final breath
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| Realizing life is always after death
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| Mired in illusion
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| Lost in the masters game
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| Silenced by the idea of time
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| To the trained eye
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| There are no coincidences
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| The more you see
|
| The less it makes sense
|
| To the trained eye
|
| There are no coincidences
|
| If you can not see
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| You can not truly know
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| The silent seeker, the seer
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| Travels beyond the veil
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| The silent seeker, the seer
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| Fleeing the dense womb of ignorance |