| Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego
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| Forced into freedom while blind to its wisdom
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| The monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within
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| Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be
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| Chasing a never ending ending, neglecting the now
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| Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego
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| A seething retreating
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| Left to rot in the nether, rejecting the never
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| Monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within
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| You have not arrived, and you are blind
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| The stream hidden ‘neath the rose, hidden ‘neath the hollowed oak
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| Winds carry the dust of fossilized dreams
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| But they are blind
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| The child of the union, the lesser stone
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| Leaving the inner eye to guide, regret we leave you to die
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| Be not blind
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| Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be
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| At the foot of the hill, a sacrifice made
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| To the garish remembrance of failure
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| White to green, peel away the sterile sheen
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| Blessed separation, the ending of the masquerade |