| The spectrum is wide
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| Through my opened eyes
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| The colors are a tide
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| Through the tide, my soul glides
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| But when the darkness arrives without warning, consuming my soul
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| The spectrum is lost
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| Only a wistful flicker of a heaviness of spirit remains
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| A longing for escape into the wide open spectrum once known
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| I turn my face for one damn second
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| And find myself deranged
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| Psychopathic, stumbling around in this hole
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| My spinning head no longer holds at bay the piercing cold
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| It comes rushing back
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| I am called to submit myself into emptiness
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| I will surrender now
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| And soon I will become what I have fought all my life
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| What I’ve always run from
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| With flashes of light, the spectrum returns
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| And my path is clear
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| And once again, I feel the tide
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| And through the tide my soul glides
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| Chromatic lights break through my jaded eyes
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| Though I falter now, there is hope
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| There is reason still
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| To hold fast and live to see this through
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| To fail to live my life now
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| I’d be failing more than myself
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| Than what I can see
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| Hold fast, and live to see this through
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| But there are memories of darkened times still haunting me at every turn
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| The fear is constantly calling me back
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| Despite my fevered cries for help
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| I’m left alone in nebulous black
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| Morbid moments never cease
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| Sinister Silence gnashes his teeth |