| I’ve been wandering towards the open skyline. |
| I long to wash away the fiction
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| we’re told, the fiction I know.
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| So walk with me into oblivion.
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| We were broken by the weight of all this.
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| To believe in nothing but our own.
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| So welcome to our downfall.
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| The possibilities of existence beyond our own are endless.
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| A million years of truth laid before our eyes. |
| The soul of man was made to walk
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| the skies in search of truth.
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| Maybe the brilliance of the brilliant can only be understood by those who truly
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| seek.
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| You people wander towards the open skyline but what do you expect to see
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| through your closed eyes?
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| This disclosure will come all too soon.
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| So walk with me into oblivion.
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| Towards the edge of an axis we drift.
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| Exploring endlessness, your truth refracts with analysis.
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| I awake to a world of dreamers, a surrounding swarm of faceless creatures.
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| Travel your circles, live your lies.
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| Am I alone down here? |