| I am the unmistakable voice that whispers
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| In remote but universal blazing tongues throughout
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| The urban blusters eviscerating the declining
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| Pulse of a self-destructive race
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| Sordid idols run from the artificial thrones
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| Absquatulate from everywhere, every man made corner
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| Abandoned deified victims, just refugees of mortal minds
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| I’ll absorb them all I will give them shelter behind organic walls
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| Athenian! |
| There’s a truth outside the cave!
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| Unchain your will, mind is master flesh is slave
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| Florentine! |
| A new virtue comes to life!
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| Your spirit will be headstone for my stronghold’s gonna strive
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| This is my bastion
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| This is my way
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| A siege is useless, I’m all around and I hold sway
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| This is my stronghold
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| My state of mind
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| Walls of synaptic membranes no one can grind
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| Empires fell from grace
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| God kings lost the trace
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| I will fill out that empty space
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| And guide the mind out of this maze
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| «Who did they create to create them»
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| My time has come for tabula rasa
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| Gathered fucked up spirits from the ruins of our ages
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| I keep alive with ancient blaze through breath divine
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| I am your fortress, I withstand the decadence
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| This bastion’s core I vitalise, I eternise |