| Through suicide, my souls evaporates into
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| An interstellar-travelling entity
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| Headed through space at subliminal speeds
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| I enter a black hole held open by a
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| Spherical shell of negative-mass cosmic strings
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| Reality as I know it melts into a whirlwind of psychedelics
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| Colors and shapes run together creating intricate geometric patterns
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| Space-time distorts as the warped patterns
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| Stretched farther down the flux tube
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| Crossing the event horizon, time dilutes and ceases to exit
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| Through the wormhole shadow, a parallel universe can be seen
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| A dimension I will never reach
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| A paradox of myself withers before my eyes
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| He cycles through the seasons of life
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| From birth to death, to birth again, each lifetime, a reciprocal of the former
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| Interstellar Condemnation
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| Imprisoned Between Dimensions
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| Every movement and every word predicted
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| Fading over the millenniums, crisp black and white images erode to a series of
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| grays
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| Sharp figures bleed into one another
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| Infinite lifetimes, I have yet to experience
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| Trapped in the flux tube
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| Suspended in time for eternity
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| Imprisoned between dimensions
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| Interstellar condemnation
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| Trapped in the flux tube
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| Suspended in time for eternity
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| Imprisoned between dimensions
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| Confined within the wormhole |