| We’ve built illusion, into every failing sequence / Welcome decay in honor of
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| the sun
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| This hollow shell, this beacon of suffering / The path unknown, we carry on,
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| we approach
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| A death march, repeating, forever in a circle
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| And hidden from our sight, for an end we still falsely seek / To see the road,
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| and to not traverse
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| There is a cost here, etched in every heart / Would destroy the will,
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| would vanquish the soul
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| The pain we hide, from ourselves / And now let us proceed with all that we know,
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| balance returns
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| That will awaken to begin
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| A new procession
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| Toward an undoing
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| Stowed away beneath time
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| How far can you see, never far enough
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| And how much ground must be covered to roundly crown the bluff
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| The circle ever bending
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| The cycle never ending
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| The way is through, no circumventing here
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| To see the road and not to traverse
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| Would destroy the will, would vanquish the soul
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| So let us proceed with all that we know
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| This fire inside ascends, awaiting, new light to rise
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| Awaken to begin a new procession
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| Starlight commands the world be built again
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| To start again by ceasing
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| We approach, another cycle
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| Awaken, to begin, renewal
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| Why aren’t you living
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| Why would you repeat this |