| I’ve never been your savior, I’ve never been your ghost
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| And as I’m pushing further, I’m playing the silent host
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| I feel like I am treading water, smoke’s still burning my eyes
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| Through and through I’m still captured by disorder
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| Swept away by every helpful advice
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| Anyone could cure it with blindness
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| There were moments where I thought I could be
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| A man who’s aching for the hour of closure
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| Darkness clearly kept on covering my needs
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| But it’s not what it seems
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| It’s just an inner endless shriek
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| I won’t unchain the lonely
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| I won’t release their souls
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| But I will examine the wishful
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| And drown in the full moon shoals
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| Anyone could cure it with blindness
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| There were moments where I thought I could be
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| A man who’s aching for the hour of closure
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| Darkness clearly kept on covering my needs
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| But it’s not what it seems
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| It’s just an inner endless shriek
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| Embracing the culmination
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| As the flames keep licking the sky
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| Slowly rising from the murky waters
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| I reach for the tenebrous sky
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| Sons and daughters of the repressed order
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| Take my turn and meet the dragon’s eye
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| Anyone could cure it with blindness
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| There were moments where I thought I could be
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| A man who’s aching for the hour of closure
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| Darkness clearly kept on covering my needs
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| But it’s not what it seems
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| It’s just an inner endless shriek |