| You always thought that reality is what you see
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| You meant to feel that your sense was totally free
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| No sick illusion, no false institution
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| No dream to hold on, just the pure retronomicon
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| You never realised that life can be the perfect drug
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| An imaginary colour screen, created without overdub
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| Of how to think and (of) how to act
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| How to develop & of what you might expect
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| Activating — the bleak seed of chaotic coil
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| Disintegrating — philosophy about godless turmoil
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| Degenerating — the lonesome frequency of life
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| Recapitating — the little jewel of entity derived
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| I’m giving insight to the conflict relation
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| Between your desires & thought-strantulation
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| You try to build up your own definition
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| By pretending a world without recognition
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| Gift & poison can be the same
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| Intoxicate your mind & drown yourself in vain
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| You never tried to explore your mental range of will
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| Instead you chose to freeze intentions poisoned still
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| Without your own believe, fucked-up initiative
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| Without identity, just crap-banality
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| You always live for the moment next to come
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| Don’t waste a thought on things that could be done
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| No more perspective, grotesque & distinctive
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| Contradictions analysed, built up & pulverised
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| Wake up, it’s your decline!
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| Relieve from now, realise that it’s time
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| To break it up, find a new direction
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| I’m gonna shroud you in fog, give you a new interpretation
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| To complete your downfall… |