| The wheel of changes played its part
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| Correction order
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| All planes are completely faded
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| Soon will be spreaded the cabalistic race
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| The whole human race buried in time, looking behind
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| We can see the past splendour
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| The golden wheel will go on in darkness, silence of beatification
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| No!
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| I’m praying for me, I’m flinged in unknown hidden
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| In a time over the time, my time will disappear
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| Worms will consume history, as it doesn’t mean anything
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| Our death will be in the deep hollow of cosmic underworld…
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| Of cosmic underworld
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| Everything existing will disappear
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| Time doesn’t know centuries and history
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| Buried in a deep grave, lost and forgotten
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| Honest indifference in front of a tombstone
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| That doesn’t make me remembering anything
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| Looking in thousands terrible abysses
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| All fragmented points of view in chaos
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| Even my God is lost, in the infinite horizon
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| I and only I in front of me, it doesn’t exist an answer
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| We’ll never know if we were
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| Because there are no points of comparison
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| Screaming and laughing in silence, vision of colors in darkness
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| Width of mind is ran out, backwarded in numbers
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| Zero numbers one channel, black hole of destruction
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| Obliged passage to decomposition
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| We’ll never know if we were
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| Because there are no points of comparison |