| Fear, fear drowns the mind
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| In my kingdom, in my refuge
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| Within this empty room
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| Where I can speak to you
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| A last breath for the earthly
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| In empty space
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| Distant voices chant softly
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| It’s beginning to look like a pale facade
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| Another cry for existence
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| Stands to be ignored
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| But it’s a pale facade
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| It’s a pale facade
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| Hands stretching toward the last day beneath the sun
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| Reaching paradox
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| In time we will unmake ourselves
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| It’s a pale facade
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| Secure in your right to remain
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| Breathing the air you did not earn
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| Like ants coveting
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| Strong sense of dependence
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| No will of its own
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| Walk for centuries to realize all that’s left is a fading image
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| Words like fleeting omniscience
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| Cloaked in subtle pain
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| No answer for those needing relief from existence
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| Oh, the sight!
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| Oh, can it be?
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| I’ve longed to see that which truly
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| Owns the light
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| A calming wave of incandescent grace
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| Spreads its rot
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| It’s a pale facade
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| Hands stretching toward the last day beneath the sun
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| Reaching paradox… in time we will unmake ourselves
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| It’s a pale facade
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| Secure in your right to remain
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| Breathing the air you did not earn
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| When the sun doesn’t rise
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| And the hope of light fades
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| Rest these eyes a while
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| I’ll see your face |