| Guilt and fear have led us to believe
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| It’s comforting to think someones in control
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| Even if it is one of our enemies
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| So long as their is some type of order to follow
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| Something to fight against
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| But our minds well never be free
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| Until we accept there is no such thing
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| Rest in the arms of a paralyzed beast
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| Full speed ahead on an unguided ship
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| Turbulent waters take us to new places
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| Be utterly frightened until you can quiver no more
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| And only then will peace set it
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| Rest in the arms of a paralyzed beast
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| Full speed ahead on an unguided ship
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| The answer to our questions is one that few of us accept
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| We cling to stories instead of unbiased history
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| As our means to explain what we are unwilling to face
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| We search for a simple answer to beauty before we embrace
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| The deeper truth that unwinds through complexities
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| Intricacy is the saving grace
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| To an otherwise sadistic creation
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| Each twist and turn
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| Providing reason for a savage past
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| Turning mercilessness antiquity
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| Into unimaginable anticipation
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| And only then will peace set it
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| Rest in the arms of a paralyzed beast
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| Full speed ahead on an unguided ship |