| Lost in transition
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| A broken network
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| Collapsing within
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| Losing sight of what it means to be free
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| A ray of light through the shards of reality
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| Losing hope in this dying realm
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| We’re given one chance to live
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| To make the most of our dreams
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| The downfall of aspirations from the disbeliever
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| Crippling vanity
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| Locked and phased, livid inside without prosperity
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| And the journey to discovery
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| Taking a page, a mental note of a story that we so call life
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| As you pull a piece of what remains
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| It will never be the same
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| The world’s in your hands
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| To shape and design
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| Metaphysical state of mind
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| Seek within
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| Unlock your potential
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| Abstract eternal thoughts
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| It leads us to the void
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| It is a promise that we haven’t done right on
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| The spirits are watching
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| As they wander collecting
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| We have all been connected
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| Through the circle of living
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| Believe in yourself
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| Your capacity
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| Black clouds swell our hearts
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| Speak up
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| Unlock your potential
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| People gather all along the road while holding up their phones
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| You can stand amongst the populace and pray |
| You’re still the one alone
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| And entropy it drinks and drives
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| It doesn’t stop for prayers, it doesn’t care
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| It’ll aim the vehicle where people pile up and send them through the air
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| And all the ones debating, dancing, running races, taking chances
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| I’ve been thinking maybe they communicate and share collective thought and
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| answers
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| And I am not a part of that
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| I can see objectively
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| And I am not a part of that
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| I can see the misery
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| The world’s in your hands
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| To shape and design
|
| Metaphysical state of mind
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| Seek within
|
| Unlock your potential
|
| Abstract eternal thoughts
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| It leads us to the void
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| It is a promise that we haven’t done right on
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| The spirits are watching
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| As they wander collecting
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| We have all been connected
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| Through the circle of living |