| A closed mind is like a clenched fist. |
| Lend your hand, feel the pull of more
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| than man
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| Born free, then we were forced to believe all the fallacies passed as
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| certainties
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| Find a corner, pick at the sticking once more
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| Culture glues to the minds of man, so we have been searching for answers in
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| plain sight all along
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| Tell me does this spark a fury?
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| Plead, you are the God you seek
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| Your sanity will bleed like the lines of control
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| You’re dying to let go
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| Reveal the pain that you’ve tucked away in the gloom and grey. |
| Somewhere inside
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| these words lies the cure to this growing pain. |
| We must find a way
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| I once spoke with you my friend without speaking a single word
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| If I cannot find the way, then the way cannot be found
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| Our lives are a blank page, and with each stroke of the pen lies the secret to
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| the universe
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| And every word already written is just filler
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| And every word yet to write is not part of the story
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| We are born and soon we die
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| We are more alike than we are unalike
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| We must return to the beginning if we are to be anything worth living
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| Find the way
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| Every second growing stronger, propulsion towards something growing inside
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| This is an ancient rhythm you lost within misconception
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| The child of divination cries to be heard now
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| Oh, I beckon your fall, you are not coming back
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| Read the words between the lines, rediscover the truth that you’ve known the
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| whole time |