| Passenger on confessional course
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| Unlock with the key you behold within
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| Repair the shadow of your mind
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| And come awake
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| «Oh, dreadful angel of mine
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| Enrich me with the vastness of being
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| Rigid father, teach me to comprehend
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| I’ll commit myself to understand
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| To be faithful and the instrument
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| So that the ones with blindfold can see what i have seen
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| That there is nothing inbetween
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| For I am the accomplice…»
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| Aghast and tender, indulged in sin
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| Embraced by loneliness, legions who grin
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| I blunder into the realms of slumber
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| I collide with the obscure
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| And see the last fraction of light go by
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| Plundering the sanity from the insane
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| And providing appearances in black
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| Carefully swept in decadent spheres
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| But faces in this world always remain darkened
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| In circles of dominance, emotional deeps unite
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| Fiction and transcendence woven together
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| In the essence of purity lies wisdom
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| Join the forces, the spiritual black dimensions
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| What more do you need of proof
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| Human hands conforming cloven hoofs
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| For I know the secrets and lies behind all truths
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| Knowlege is power and the power is mine
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| It’s all mine
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| So let the children come to me
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| And share the limitless ways to infinity
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| Escape death and disease
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| And behold youth and vitality
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| Oh, dreadful angel of mine
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| Enrich me with the vastness of your being
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| Rigid father, teach me how to comprehend
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| I’ll commit myself to understand
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| For i am the accomplice… |