| Running pieces of time
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| I stand on the face of the moment
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| Am I the edge between parallel
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| Am I wasted, am I the laid secret connection, the hand of the ones?
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| They offer the eternal gloom: «take the shadow and live»
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| No!
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| How could it be absorbed in the mind when I’d concealed my senses?
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| And it returns
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| It’s me sitting around the sun with these beings
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| I’d sunk the key for my projections into a cube and swallowed
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| To attach the new molecules
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| To be the eye
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| Cause I spent here a lot of time to try to be perfect
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| Cause I spent here a lot of time to be betrayed
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| Cause I spent here a lot of time to prove but I failed
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| They said in vain, to hold my own
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| It’s all you around me, no pieces
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| In the circle we are equal and extracorporeal
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| It’s all me around you, no pieces
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| Hidden colors melting me into my own skull
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| When I catch the line the whole world infiltrates, my eyes unite
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| Restart the journey through a wormhole, generated by fear and blood
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| That’s my own sun
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| It’s me sitting around the sun
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| In the circle of abstract ritual |