| Sculpturing your world with passionate craft
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| Spinning the wheels of impending doom
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| I bit the pall, I now see through walls
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| I am ascending straight in circles
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| Biting your tongue, gnawing your tail
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| Reach the cycle to higher grounds
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| Biting your tongue, gnawing your tail
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| Beat the circle from where you bound
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| From where you bound
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| Dazzling blackness, obscur clarity
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| Your endless motions will set us free
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| Burning darkness, no more linearity
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| What you have is what you see
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| With grandour they shed corrosive tears
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| Filling the whole creation with fear
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| And do they know how I feel?
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| How many tears so I can take my leave?
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| Soundless echoes surrounding
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| That blissful mystical lane
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| Your mouth full of excrement ain’t
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| No more excruciating pain
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| Coz I now see through walls
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| I can now see through walls
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| I am ascending straight in circles
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| I am ascending straight in circles |