| Like the mirror of water reflecting his shadow in his eyes
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| Painted on the waves when they rise
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| Looks for a place for landing, there is no place to settle down
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| Fly into the clouds higher above
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| This chaotic path in life influences my callous mind
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| It dwells in the deepest chasms amongst the shadows
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| Your subtle thoughts create a poor absurd vision
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| Which enslaves you in this maze of madness and wisdom
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| Hear, the wind tries to reach him, but surrounded by the
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| Walls of air, fearless is he, his weakness must be held inside
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| Once he saw the golden (I am yearning) daylight rising high (to relinquish)
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| Now with the earth he circles (this haze of) to follow the darkened light
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| (demented illusions)
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| I feel parted to the irrecognizable
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| By multiple mirrors which are scattered everywhere
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| Moving through the vault, suddenly your approach yourself
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| Which token will guide you in this portal of the absurd?
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| He is confined in a room between this broken mirror
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| Twists the facts does his acts 'companied by the echoes of himself
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| Once he saw the golden (I am yearning) daylight rising high (to relinquish)
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| Now with the earth he circles (this haze of) to follow the darkened light
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| (demented illusions)
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| Blurred focus, blinded eyes
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| Thoughts devoured, eternal hunger
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| Lost judgement, reason declines
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| Blackened vision, hope dies
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| His final common sense will soon be impoverished
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| By his untamable and self-destructive urge
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| For him it seems like human souls scream in vain and agony
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| Delusions and false dreams tear the sanity apart
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| Ray of light hits myriads of mirrors scattered everywhere
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| Reflected back it hits his eyes and lays his mind waste forever
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| I strive to break down the barrier which circles around me
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| And have the possibility to sense your world
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| Detached from reality and isolated in his world
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| He is lost for all time in a portal of the absurd
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| Does not know there is a shadow drifting over his
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| Filmed eyes, keeps the light from his simple blinkered sight
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| Once he saw the golden (I am yearning) daylight rising high (to relinquish)
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| Now with the earth he circles (this haze of) to follow the darkened light
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| (demented illusions) |