| Not so long ago there was a time
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| The naive animal was a wiser thing
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| And these devils that we accept as reality
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| Did not exist here before
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| Nor do I think they were meant to be
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| They have enshrouded themselves
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| With the comforts of wealth
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| Inside this temple of material things
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| Which they cling to
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| All because the hand
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| Was much easier to see than the spirit
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| And upon the educated discovery of this
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| They have made their decision
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| Not only for themselves
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| But for everyone else as well
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| Everything you’ve ever come to experience
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| To anyone else here has never been
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| And will never be
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| Life does not exist
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| Memory is nothing more than photographs
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| A looking glass to see just where you’ve been
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| Not what you’ve been there for
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| Realize your insignificance to the universe
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| And to infinity
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| You will have then cast away
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| The pride of all these things you held so dear
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| Agony and pleasure are a suffering to one another here
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| The wisest is the fool who realizes he knows
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| Nothing, nothing
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| Turn your back on this misconception
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| That the body is the temple
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| It’s just the tool of the soul
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| The brain is only the house of the mind
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| And soon you’ll have to give back
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| Everything you’ve borrowed for this lifetime
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| Only then you’ll find
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| You have spent all this time
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| Struggling for the wrong things
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| And all of your works here have been nothing
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| Everything is nothing |