| Layers and layers of life upon death
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| Through matter and lost thoughts
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| Old ruins and carcasses
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| Piled up like snow in a blizzard
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| Like that river you don’t hear
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| Buried under thousand of moons
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| I flow through the limbo among debris
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| Digging into the pulsing unknown
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| Where fire forges soil
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| And soil heads the circle of being
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| I drag those marks of time
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| I leave signs to be found
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| I leave questions and doubts
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| Till truths get covered once again
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| To let the cycle restart from nothing
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| I travel through earth’s arteries and veins
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| I aim the light I will not see
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| I’ll steal the sun from my own memories
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| Forced under cons of weight
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| I find balance in the unbalance
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| Like those roots by stones surrounded
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| I feel on my skin the power to shake all things
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| I stare at Orb’s bleeding heart
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| It calls for war
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| The silence before destruction is louder than thunders
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| Time flexes its arms and grabs my neck
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| Seconds turn into smaller and smaller prison cells
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| I’m cornered into a gasp for air
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| When the charge breaks its chains
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| I let it runs its way through me
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| Pulsing at the rhythm of disaster
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| I hold death’s blessings in my hands
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| And push this fear down my throat
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| Healing waves spread within this soil
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| Absolution spreads within this soil
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| Forgiveness spreads within this soil
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| Let me be forgotten within this soil. |