| A psi experiment to seek out the enemy
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| Unleashed abilities obscured within the self
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| Trace the site, start to decode
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| I seek signal lines, go through the grid and back again
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| And then I’m finding the withering light in me
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| Senses waking up again
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| Given coordinates reveals the place we search
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| The field contains all info in states where time is still
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| Sites to view and things to know
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| I use forgotten skills to soar this grid and reaccess the soul
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| And then I’m finding the withering light in me
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| Senses waking up again
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| What I sense is always real
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| As I rip through the threads of time
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| Waging wars to be on my own
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| Will it ever end?
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| A psi experiment to seek out the enemy
|
| Unleashed abilities obscured within the self
|
| Trace the site, start to decode
|
| I seek signal lines, go through the grid and back again
|
| And then I’m finding the withering light in me
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| Senses waking up again
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| What I sense is always real
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| As I rip through the threads of time
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| Waging wars to be on my own
|
| Will it ever end?
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| What I sense is always real
|
| As I rip through the threads of time
|
| Waging wars to be on my own
|
| Will it ever end?
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| What I sense is always real
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| As I rip through the threads of time
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| Waging wars to be on my own
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| Will it ever end? |