| II. |
| Cold Daze
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| The coldness of confusion
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| Hangs in the morning air as Brazen bells ring reality
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| To announce the conquerer dawn
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| Removed from nights fleeting trance
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| Plunged headlong into cold days
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| Where in a circle we wander
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| The barren wastes of our pasts
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| III. |
| Daylight Dreamers
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| Daylight dreamers awaken on Deserts of desperation
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| Lonely lives learn to live on islands of isolation
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| Surrounded by violent oceans
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| of hate and hopeless sorrows
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| Daylight dreamers envision
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| tranquil seas in save tomorrows
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| Dreaming through the darkened day
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| Along tempest torn strands
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| Desperately grasping the grains
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| of hope that flit through our hands
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| As they fall we tighten our hold
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| While the waves claim the final few
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| taken without ceremony
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| They drift out of view
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| Washed away with the tides of time
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| Slipped through our fingers as dreams do IV. |
| Quietus
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| From sleeping visions
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| Daily were torn
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| In waking hours
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| Hopes are forlorn
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| Is all we do and all we dream
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| doomed to drown in a hopeless stream?
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| Wishing life were made of lasting visions
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| in eternal sleep
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| And if that rest were filled with sorrow
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| still we’d sleep
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| In the madness of a silent eternity
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| We’d find solace in False visions that protect us from reality
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| Enter ivory gates through midnite skies
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| Daylight dreamers in private parades
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| Perform before perpetual dawn
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| As dusk engulfs the gate of horn.
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| Ivory towers appear beyond the gate
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| Invisible fortressess of escape
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| Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears
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| Impervious to reality
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| V. Ivory Tower
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| Behind sullen doors
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| Untouched within
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| Safe from summer storms
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| and winter winds
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| Relentless tempests
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| Can weaken walls
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| Towers falter when
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| reality calls
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| Untouchable by all without
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| Lost in the silken web youth may weave
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| Tangled threads seem a stronghold
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| But illusions can deceive
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| A cold daze plagues the air
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| Driven by aging winds
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| The walls give way to the rush
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| and let reality in VI. |
| Whispers on the wind
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| Misty morning on a windswept plain
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| Embers of a fortress all that remain
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| The seeds of life that burned within
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| have flown like whispers on the wind
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| From the sleepers world
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| I look towards darkening skys
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| Through the violet haze of summer storms
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| The sun leaves tired eyes
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| VII.Acquiescence
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| Betrayed by innocence
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| Deceived by delusions
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| Plagiarized promises
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| Pale into empty hopes
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| Ivory towers bow down
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| In reference to daylight
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| As dreamers awaken
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| In sleepers somber shade
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| Ocean waves shift leaving
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| only memories
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| Final traces of hope
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| are swallowed in the deep
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| Despair sends a certain calm
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| A vague sense of relief
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| Released from all our longings
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| Silently we’ll sleep
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| Hope leads to quiet desperation
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| When reality obscures the dream
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| Makes the mind a grave of memories
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| That wander like the lonely breeze
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| Whose whispers echo through ruins rust
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| of towers torn and dreams turned to dust
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| VIII. |
| Retrospect (instrumental) |