| When I am dead and the light leaves my breast
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| Nothing to be told, nothing to confess
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| Let the record show what I couldn’t quite confess
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| For by living for myself, I was living for unrest
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| Then the evidence came back in a chariot of vindication
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| Something to behold, glorious in its path
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| But the prophecy fell back as it gave to me an invitation
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| Show them what is right, show them what is blessed
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| But now it strikes me far too late again
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| That I was asking far too much of everyone around me
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| And now it strikes me far too late again
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| That I should answer for myself as the Ascension falls upon me
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| So what should be said of a life that leaves its mess?
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| For once your life was sold it could never be possessed
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| You were selfishly as a continent, you were finally at your best
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| For you favored for yourself when selfishness was blessed
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| Then Cordelia came back in a chariot hallucination
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| Something to rejoice, glorious in its wrath
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| But the prophecy was a pantomime as it came to me in accusation
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| Show them what is right, show them what is best
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| But now it strikes me far too late again
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| That I was asking far too much of everyone around me
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| And now it strikes me far too late again
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| That I should answer for myself as the Ascension falls upon me
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| And now it frightens me, the thought against my chest
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| To think I was asking for a reason, explaining why everything’s a total mess
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| And now it frightens me, the dreams that I possess
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| To think I was acting like a believer, when I was just angry and depressed
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| And to everything, there is no meaning, a season of pain and hopelessness
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| I shouldn’t have looked for revelation, I should have resigned myself to this
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| I thought I could change the world around me, I thought I could change the
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| world for best
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| I thought I was called in convocation, I thought I was sanctified and blessed
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| But now it strengthens me to know the truth at last
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| That everything comes from consummation, and everything comes with consequence
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| And I did it all with exultation, while you did it all with hopelessness
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| Yes, I did it all with adoration, while you killed it off with all of your holy
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| mess
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| What now? |
| (What now?)
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| (What now?)
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| (What now?)
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| (What now?)
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| What now? |
| (What now?)
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| (What now?)
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| (What now?)
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| (What now?) |