| Astral planes, the unknown sense,
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| lives on past human life.
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| No man can sense the whole.
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| The missing sense his soul.
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| Governed by an unknown factor.
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| Fiction in our life.
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| No man can sense it whole.
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| The missing sense his soul.
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| Take us to your leader
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| to the man who rules the mind.
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| Reincarnate knowledge,
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| as the soul reborn unwinds.
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| All life’s secrets now unfold.
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| The mind begins to glow,
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| as helpless, watching living man
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| destroys and doesn’t know.
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| Spaceman living in his suicide mind.
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| Odyssey colours for the soul to find.
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| Vision blurred by cutting knife.
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| Seeping blood from dying life.
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| Spaceman help me leave this Hell.
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| Save my living music cell.
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| Brains destroyed, my body cold.
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| Leave the ruins, music soul.
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| Inbuilt into human form.
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| A symphony of sight and sound.
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| Life direction in music found.
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| Or left to die unborn. |