| In this little corner of this little world
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| I feel so helpless at times
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| Never ceasing wonder, ever-chasing pearls of
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| Wisdom, into the night
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| Domine mysteriorum
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| Custos aenigmatum
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| All that is revealed, we’re holding in our grasp
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| Forever, and ages to come
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| All that is concealed, and all that has collapsed
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| Power, it’s never enough
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| Some of us still scream
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| And some of us look away
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| Blinding, into the mind
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| Oh this ancient world, crying out from the grave
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| One day, we will be free
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| Domine mysteriorum
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| Custos aenigmatum
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| All that I can understand
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| All my mind can comprehend
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| So treacherous is the hand
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| Which feeds the heart of poison
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| Souls chasing fantasies
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| Sleep walking in these dreams
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| So treasonous is the man
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| Who loves the heart of poison
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| Free me from myself
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| From my only limitation
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| This burden holding me down
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| All my will, will never be enough |