| There was way too much water, but these rivers refused to run dry
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| All worlds wisdom lies buried beneath, but these rivers… they refused to run
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| dry
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| There was way too much water, but these rivers refused to run dry
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| All worlds wisdom lies buried beneath, but these rivers… they refused to run
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| dry
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| Disabled and unarmed we are adrift on this sea of life
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| A shoreless tide of disorder, just to perish, just to sink
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| We reach the bottom faster than we thin, we run out of breathe
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| Pass the realm of shades and reach their end, which is death…
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| Oh, these rivers of nihil, so called rivers of no return
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| Swallowed and will not disgorge me for quite some time
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| They know their courses leading up the happy hunting grounds
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| They know the time of day, know, dead people won’t return…
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| I’m haunted by waters
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| Drawn together till the end of days
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| My dear, it will find me, wherever I may roam…
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| I feel enamoured, like moths are attracted to flames
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| I’m the deluge, the greatest flood of all, my own nemesis…
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| I am the flood…
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| Dry the river…
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| Dry the river…
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| Dry… this river…
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| You can stop now, leading me up the garden path
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| I’m awoken, I see all people behind their masks
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| All these pale corpses hurrying along a winding path
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| Hurrying down these rivers, to their end, which is death… |