| There’s something in the fringes of your mind
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| That keeps you up all night
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| The spirit of the Ages softly whispering in your Head
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| «You're out of your mind»
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| It says the higher mouth
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| As in this sorry nation
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| Two & two results in shame
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| It says the higher mouth
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| I’ve tried to confide in someone
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| Find shelter from decay
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| My hand leaned on someone’s
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| To feel the acid in the taste
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| I’m not afraid
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| And I’m not humane
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| Our souls float unaware of the Scale
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| The awakening
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| The fear is whole consuming us
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| through the Crisis.
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| «the Crisis is a crisis in consciousness
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| a Crisis that cannot anymore accept the old norms
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| Man is still as he was: brutal, violent, aggressive
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| And he has built a society along those lines.»
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| «the Crisis is a crisis in consciousness» |