| We observe all illusion
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| And we live our own lie
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| Truth in flames, unsuspected
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| We can live it when we die
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| The master points, all see the finger
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| See the gun, there is no trigger
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| No one knows, what’s known is none
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| One knows nothing, all is done
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| Offers love, offers whip
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| Offers nihil, offers lead
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| Offers all, high and deep
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| Knows the rhythm of its beat
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| Others laugh, others weep
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| Others kneel, others lead
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| But they all, high or deep
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| Hear the rhythm, hear his beat
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| In the heart of the master
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| You can find your pain entrusted
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| On the slay, stay inert in motion
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| Brace the alteration
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| Brace the alteration
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| Offers love, offers whip
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| Offers nihil, offers lead
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| Offers all, high and deep
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| Knows the rhythm of its beat
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| In the heart of the master
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| You can find your pain entrusted
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| On the slay, stay inert in motion
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| Brace the alteration
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| Brace the alteration
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| This is the heart of the master
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| Tune in with our master
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| This is the heart of the master
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| Now dance for our master |