| Lying in conscious abandon
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| I challenge the barrier of sleep
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| While my breaths dance with the moon
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| My body gets rigid
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| Immobile
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| Dead at touch
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| Between these two layers of being
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| My mind stands awake
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| And escapes the flesh
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| My eyes tremble
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| While the third one
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| Fools all senses and leads
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| I see through now
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| And the outside walk begins
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| Being weightless terrifies
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| Floating around these walls
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| I’m forced to trust new perceptions
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| Just a gold spiderweb
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| Attaches me to the life I know
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| My mortal self
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| Lying pale
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| Seems futile from above
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| Obstacles are no more
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| I pass through the doors of my knowledge
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| Memories transfigure in landscapes
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| Voices are long stripes of sound
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| Movements get traced in the air
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| Time moves slow
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| Scanned by a distant heartbeat
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| I sense the fear of not returning back
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| And I keep ignoring it
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| A room appears
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| An old man blurs out from the walls
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| I aim in his direction
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| When the floor opens up
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| Gravity claims its power back
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| A black void eats me down
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| In free fall I hear life calling my name
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| Fighting my return
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| I keep climbing up
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| Shouting back all my strength
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| Movements stab my confidence
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| Everything I touch turns my spirit down
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| Between two tearing forces my will raises his chin
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| And blind from fear I aim to the old man towering above
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| Tears flow through my disfigured self
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| I fight against my conscience’s weight
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| Slow like mountain corrosion
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| With the last of my breath I get to his face
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| When eyes meet eyes
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| My forehead implodes like crystal
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| While my mouth erupts rocks and soil
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| Drained out
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| I abandon myself in this limbo
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| I now float again
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| Life holds me close
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| Eating up my strained will
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| Like a bird in a storm
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| I open my wings and let go
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| Defeated by my same power
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| I wake up in myself
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| Lying in unconscious disorder
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| I’ll stand again |