| Time is a tyrant!
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| Life is a symphony of dust!
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| We’re mechanized slaves withering in torment!
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| Trapped in a swing of a hexagonal prism
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| In oblivion we’re mystified and lost…
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| These wild hearts run like machines
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| Even deeper, burning through until they die
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| Their song remains insane
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| It goes on!
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| Stuck in the now with no future
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| Our will is dead, our will is lost…
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| All I hear is the symphony of doom, of dust, of roar!
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| My name is lost, my name is found, redefined in a hexagonal prism
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| Omnipresence of time? |
| It’s a trap! |
| It’s a dead end!
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| You cannot move these rocks, you will never find a way!
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| Time is a trap! |
| Time is the eclipse of tainted lives!
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| Motivation comes from beyond
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| The storms, you’re riding the storms
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| Enter the faith, penetrate thy wound, penetrate…
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| Faith! |
| Faith is a weapon, a sharp blade, transgression of the laws…
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| Time is a tyrant!
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| Life is a symphony of dust!
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| We’re mechanized slaves withering in torment!
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| Trapped in a swing of a hexagonal prism
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| In oblivion we’re mystified and lost…
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| In oblivion… You have become mechanized
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| See the desert in front of your eyes, see the desert of life!
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| So cold, cold is existence…
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| You’re no longer born in flesh
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| Seven hundred and twenty degrees of hexagon… |