| To fight the fear, the fear to live.
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| Strangest is the one enclosed within
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| Perfectly faded from the grip of reality
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| Never trust a man with golden grin, he said
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| Never put yourself in the direction of the end times
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| Somewhere between
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| The matter and the void
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| You will find me
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| Enlightened and cold
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| Restrain yourself in twisted skin
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| The breath of survival is ever changing
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| Entrench yourself in moral fear
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| and wait for the glutton to reawaken
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| Somewhere between
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| The matter and the void
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| You will find me
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| Enlightened and cold
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| Somewhere between
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| The matter and the void
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| You will find me
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| Enlightened and cold
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| Hoarding the cries, never more
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| A poor man remission
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| Struck by lust
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| with a fanatics precision
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| So cold
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| Blackest of dreams, before the end
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| Running along with the deceitful night
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| We are the ones that, forcefully
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| chooses the path of righteous lunacy
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| Whether or not the end is upon us
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| Right beside the liar’s tongue and demigods
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| The restless sphere of uncertainty
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| collides with rage, in utter turmoil
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| To fight the fear, the fear to live
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| Engineering the void |