| I walk where there is no path
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| But where I tread I leave a trail
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| Finally my eyes can focus
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| I’ve peeked behind the system veil
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| I and my will to voyage
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| Ahead of this time and place
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| Until the day
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| When the path proceeds on it’s way
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| Draconian efforts to increase in progression
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| What we sow is infinite regression
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| Let the evidence speak
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| We are marginal in this design
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| I will name this place
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| It is the city that swallowed the light
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| I will name this place
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| I was the one that brought home the night
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| I’m bringing fire to the furnace
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| My quest is one that cannot fail
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| The sun inexorably shines
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| But my skin has a sickly shade of pale
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| I know a disloyal servant
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| Never a master could make
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| But who took a bite from the apple
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| And who hid in the skin of a snake
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| And when the light of ubiquity fade
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| Like waterfalls growing shadows cascade
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| I was the torchbearer
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| That brought home the night
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| To the city that swallowed the light
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| I will name this place
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| It is the city that swallowed the light
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| I will name this place
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| I was the one that brought home the night
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| The end had to come
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| And somehow you’ve always known
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| That our days were few
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| And that it would all come true |