| SOS for mankind, stuck in the illusion
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| Crawling in the mud of, convincing misconception
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| SOS for everyone suffering from the belief
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| That everything we feel is real and driven out of greed
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| It’s in the masterplan
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| It whispers in the wind
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| It’s in the masterplan
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| Somewhere in a dream
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| In this mass confusion of relativity
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| There’s no easy job to make the blind one see
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| The pattern and complexity of reality
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| Reality of eternal choice guided by the heart
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| Sounds, silence, games of hide and seek
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| A symphony of colors, in this cosmic mystery
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| I wait
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| Somewhere in a dream
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| Somewhere I have seen
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| Everlasting love
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| Everlasting peace
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| What’s the point of wisdom, when heavens gone insane?
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| What’s the point of war? |
| In the creators name
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| What’s the use of hoping? |
| When the end is near
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| What’s the use of fear and hate? |
| Existence needs an empty slate
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| to write a new masterplan
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| Heaven must have played a cosmic joke in all absurdity
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| Cruelty, humanity are neighbors on the same street
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| Destiny’s a prankster playing trick or treat behind your back
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| Either way you go you easily end up at the winding track
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| Circus sounds of mules and horns are laughing right up in your face
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| Even with your wildest scream, they will never ever be erased
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| Oblivion holds the key and leaves your mouth with bitter taste
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| So please remind me ones again that this is only part of the plan |