| I awake in a perfect Hell — genus ex nihilo
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| This shell filled with another man’s paradise
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| Holds only a whisper of my past life
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| I’m trapped between worlds, a dream within a dream
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| Draw me a picture, a still frame in your mind
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| That records all the pieces left inside of me
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| Know my beginnings, the trials that life brings
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| Or wash away my ashes in the sea
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| For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come?
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| The one of a life taken by a man wearing my flesh
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| Three gates to Hell before me: the sea, the sky, my mind
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| With this key, a blade, release me
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| These skies hold (no salvation)
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| No peace lies (beneath the dust)
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| Where is the answer? |
| A distant voice repeating
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| The final gate is calling out to me
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| The choice is easy, awaken from my sleep
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| Or wash away my ashes in the sea
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| Cleanse me in the tides of the sea |