| On my path to self — destruction
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| I passed a source of hope
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| And on fear and hate i choked
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| On my path to isolation
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| I walked the fields of nowhere
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| In a valley of false salvation
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| I breathed despair
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| If you aim for the source
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| You must swim against the grain
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| On my path to self -illusion
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| I bowed to standards
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| And from the truth within i fled
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| On my path of self -surrender
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| I denied the I
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| And without teeth or spine
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| I tried to survive
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| Sirens of Black
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| Evoke the abyss from its fathomless depth
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| Benighted we stand
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| A spectre of fear and lies in our hands
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| From carpets of unbroken glass
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| Phoenix will never arise
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| If you aim for the source
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| You must swim against the grain
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| What you have in you
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| You can’t extract — only reconcile
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| On my quest for peace of mind
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| I almost lost my anger
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| And in a stream of cynic
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| I float
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| Sirens of Black
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| Evoke the abyss from its fathomless depth
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| Benighted we stand
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| A spectre of fear and lies in our hands |