| I float motionless, shut up or prisoner
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| I don’t remember
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| Time’s out from of my dimension
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| If it exists
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| I don’t have any point of reference
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| Just consciousness
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| And nothing to feed it, nothing to evolve
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| Stagnation
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| Weird outcome for a past to understand
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| To try to find why we appear
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| Another test, patience
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| Make an answer
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| I finally can offer the full range of my capacities
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| No more corporeal hindrance
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| No more weakness of flesh that betrayed me
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| In that world I was a part of
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| And which needs me so much at this time!
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| How could they be reduced to that?
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| Is there any hope for this fallen world
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| Which needs me so much at this time?
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| Flood of feelings, everything comes back ten fold
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| Other people, sense, information, history
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| Everything over lap
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| Where am I supposed to begin?
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| Who or what, set me free and why?
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| What am I supposed to do?
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| Work! |
| Obey! |
| Be the guide for the herd!
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| Where am I?
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| Is it really an evolution?
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| I can reconstruct
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| I want to guide the survivors
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| Last hopes for species so self-seeking
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| So self-confident
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| I want to remodel
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| I can drive these people eager to live
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| Out of their dead desert
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| Outcome of a logic without future
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| All is so well-organised, I got a task
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| I have no time to think twice
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| Is it my decision?
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| Have I made up my mind yet?
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| I’m not alone
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| Others like me are all around
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| Have others roles to play
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| They too know exactly what they have to do
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| We’ll finish our work!
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| We’ll accomplish our destiny!
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| We’ll finish our work!
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| But is it really ours? |