| Research finding pathways in the seamless web
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| In black spaces between words a field unknown
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| Repeat endless mantras of the stored collective drone
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| A surface-world is what the senses show
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| But you cannot taste the essence of your soul
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| Sever all strings to the confined
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| Forget all that has been
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| Sever all strings to mortal life
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| Unveil and see through
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| With every thought you find a sequence has begun
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| And when you trust the senses, peace of mind will never come
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| Through false sensory perceptions of the flesh
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| You paint without colors on a canvas blank
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| Deceived by the history on which we do bestow
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| Based on the past we re-enact what’s gone
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| And when all else fails your essence will go on
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| Sever all strings to the confined
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| Forget all that has been
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| Sever all strings to mortal life
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| Unveil and see through
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| With every thought you find a sequence has begun
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| And when you trust the senses, peace of mind will never come
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| All that’s been said and done is open to perceive in any way desired
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| Now behold — conflict is gone
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| Whatever you find is never the truth
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| Unless it doesn’t die as time goes by
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| Whatever you find, you just have to wait
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| All things found will in time be gone
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| Sever all strings to the confined
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| Forget all that has been
|
| Sever all strings to mortal life
|
| Unveil and see through
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| With every thought you find a sequence has begun
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| And when you trust the senses, peace of mind will never come
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| All that’s been said and done is open to perceive in any way desired
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| Now behold — conflict is gone |