| Our life remains
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| A process of guilt and obfuscation
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| And it stays the same
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| No closer to the deeper truths
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| And further from a divine light
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| We rode on wings, baring our souls / Into the night
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| Leaving scattered remnants of self / When the stars fall
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| We fell from the sky / The depths went black
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| And with a blink / The lesser wind
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| Stood and teetered on the chasm’s brink / Submitting to the darkness
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| And grey, and black and nothingness
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| We form a line, from there to here
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| Hoping to find our way back
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| Gave way to green, and the ultimate question / With the remnants of light
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| All things seen and heard / You’ve sewn the seeds on the altar
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| All intangibles given a word / The new dawn’s fire
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| And now a new breath, a decree / Burns brighter still
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| Of purpose, of inspiration, of necessity
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| To the many possibilities left unheard
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| We bend, we wither, without the wind
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| Wearing borrowed skin
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| Dethroned, feet set firm
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| I see the liars, cower in their dens
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| To defy concern, by discerning, we rise again
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| To gain a hold, by releasing
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| The chaff blows away with the wind
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| Fear of death is a delusion we must escape
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| While weakness preys upon the Will
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| Yet we offer the excuse of self
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| With scream and whisper a call will be heard
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| Unable to say where the mountain ends and the clouds begin
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| Floating in the aether awaiting the grasp of all who dare
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| Unwilling to say where the mountain ends and the clouds begin
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| We bend, we wither, without the wind
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| And grey, and black, and nothingness
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| With scream and whisper
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| Our call will be heard |