| I sank down the plane of delusion
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| Its vast expanses mocked my advances
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| And bid me: «Oh, fragile mind, you will learn how to fracture»
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| Scrawled across the walls, the suffering saint cries out
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| «Is it madness to retreat from the myopic gaze that holds us captive?»
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| Follow me, I’ll take you to the edge of reason
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| Fall with me, we’ll make a home in our delusion
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| I split my mind ten thousand times
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| But in every world, there’s no exit, no exit
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| No madness in a dream
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| No walls surround me to keep me safe
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| The straight line you draw for me
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| So perfect, so pure, untie me from reality
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| When every word is falling from your mouth
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| Don’t let it become your escape
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| Make an escape from the monolith
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| Scale the lies of material despondency
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| I waited on the tracks for reason
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| But my train of thought, it never came, it never came
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| The straight line you draw for me
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| So perfect, so pure
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| So perfect, so pure
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| I’d change the world, but I can’t change myself
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| I saw you shout at the shadows
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| I’d change the world, but I’m chained to myself
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| Define paranoia
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| Follow me, I’ll take you to the edge of reason
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| Fall with me, but could the lips of God grace a withered fruit? |