| Residing in complex illusion
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| Their burning tongues, bleeding us dry
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| Presiding bodies complete distractions
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| Colluding spines deceiving the mind
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| Electric wounds in the eye
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| They have a taste for the blind
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| Endless, dreaming of night
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| Oh to return to that plane
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| To touch eternity once again, I would lose my sight
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| Drag me below the line of light
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| Trillions of points connect inside
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| What is beyond the seam?
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| Collect in circles within the green
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| With no instruction conceive perfection
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| The glass in two, the rest in nine
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| Electric wounds in the eye
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| They have a taste for the blind
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| Endless dreaming…
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| Without sleeping, they can’t fold my image in twain
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| Without dreaming, they can’t say my name
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| Oh to return to that plane
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| To touch eternity once again, I would lose my sight
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| Drag me below the line of light
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| Trillions of points connect inside
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| Electric wounds in the eye
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| They have a taste for the blind
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| Endless dreaming… |