| Imperfect design I am the
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| Creator in my own mind
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| Builder destroyer guardian of time
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| Holding on to a sense of purpose
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| Seeded deep within a temple stands
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| Tools within my grasp built by my hands
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| Toss and turn adorn the altar
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| In this a place to exist but it’s not my home
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| Material nature sweeps away the right
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| Uncommon creation burgeoning life
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| A sun sets on a unique singularity
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| In thoughts depth grey matter holds the key
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| Instilled in consciousness we are the gods of our own existence
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| Omnipotent presence commercialized
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| I, architect inside these eyes
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| Forced to feel what others feel
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| I’m just the number you idolize
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| Push in line to do the time
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| Autonomous replicated lives
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| Pick their value from the crops
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| Stand the same and look inane
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| Replication of all mankind
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| Stand above the endless sea
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| Of mass produced identity
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| I am but one but I am none
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| The soul anomaly
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| Instilled in consciousness we are the gods of our own existence
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| Omnipotent presence commercialized
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| I, architect inside these eyes
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| Our journey an evolution
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| From matter to maker we are the conclusion
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| The writing’s on the wall we bleed the truth
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| Built by broken hands and shattered beliefs
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| Take the time that life demands visualize our dreams
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| Replication of all mankind
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| I am but one but I am none
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| The soul anomaly
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| Instilled in consciousness we are the gods of our own existence
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| Omnipotent presence commercialized
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| I, architect inside these eyes
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| Our journey an evolution
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| From matter to maker we are the conclusion
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| The writing’s on the wall we bleed the truth |