| I see a vision rising, dreary
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| Fading in as children play twilight games
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| In the town called Ordinary
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| An eye of light reveals a gateway to doomsday
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| In that projection of reality
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| Something passes through the stars, shifting walls
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| Enter agents of ill fantasy
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| For evil holds you in its arms, false alarms
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| Illusory, treading on reality
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| Polaris in a web of hypocrisy
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| Take control, take control
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| Oh, can’t you see, see the light is fading?
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| And in the night the demons rage and call your name
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| No deeper madness than your own making
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| Visions lashing blades of shame, but will you take the blame?
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| Hissing noises in the hallway
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| Bloodshot eyes, staring through, what seeds are sown?
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| Who’ll survive the blood red power play?
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| Who’ll take control, whose name will be known?
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| Illusory, reality’s all fallacy
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| Polaris in a web of hypocrisy
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| Take control, take control
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| I wish I’d had the wherewithal to find you when I had the chance
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| Instead I danced with death in fervour’s skin
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| I missed the moment before the fall to recognise I had a voice
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| A choice to stop it all from happening
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| If only I could save you from the pain
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| A rising sense of awe and wonder
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| A might I see has always been deep within me
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| I can feel my inborn power
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| I call the shots when it’s all finally clear to see
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| And so I’m drawn ever deeper
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| In the Oldest House and all these empty rooms
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| This vacant, spellbound mystery motel
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| Where I’m the keeper, where I set the rules
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| Potency is my new reality
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| Polaris living now inside of me
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| I control, I control |