| There’s a feeling that weakens me
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| Sucking my blood
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| Like thousands of leeches on my skin
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| There’s something that keeps me sleepless
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| It draws me in deeper and deeper
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| Like black holes devour the stars
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| There are memories I find myself
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| Imprisoned in earthly flesh
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| But the ground will be shaking
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| When I unleash my wrath
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| I have been at the birth of time
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| I have seen rainbows made of methane
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| Galaxies were my playground
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| And the universe will be my grave
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| I sank into the waters
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| Of grotesque
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| I must drink from the fountain of wisdom
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| For I want to roam
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| The unfathomed dephts of the universe
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| Where stars are born and die
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| And the aeons seem only to a moment
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| A tiny fragment of endless time
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| But now I stepped through
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| The threshold of fear
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| My heart is filled with joy
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| I laugh upon the mortals
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| For they can’t explore
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| The unfathomed dephts of the universe
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| Where stars are born and die
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| And the aeons seem only to a moment
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| A tiny fragment of endless time
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| I have been at the birth of time
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| I have seen rainbows made of methane
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| Metagalaxies were my playground
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| And the multiverse will be my grave
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| Nothing weakens me anymore
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| It is unearthly tranquility I found
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| And now I cross the river of no return |