| Torn down and abandoned
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| This shell of a body fails me now
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| I’ve dipped my cup in the fountain of youth
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| A feeble attempt soon forgotten
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| All sense of reality has been removed
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| Now I crave for something more
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| Lost in the fabric of time between the dead and divine
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| How profound this state of life
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| I’ve given everything to taste the eternal (eternal)
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| Like a cancer it ate me alive
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| I’ve lost my sanity, my heart and my will to survive
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| I’ve fallen victim to the dark limits of time (of time)
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| Oh the irony, for I am the culprit
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| I am the victim, yet I am the culprit
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| I am the victim, and now I am the culprit
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| This is the great divide
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| I have created the fault line
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| This is the great divide
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| And I have created the fault line
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| My time has come, what have I done?
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| I’ve lived to account for these sins of old
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| My days are done, I’m calling out
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| But this voice, it fails me now
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| This is the great divide
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| I have created the fault line
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| This is the great divide
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| And I have created the fault line |