| Shall I remain blind and divided?
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| I’ve tried so hard to find a way to disable this constant plague
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| My death is a rebirth, a resurrection to cure the soul and touch perfection
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| again
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| I define the schemes for a new design of self-perception in my mind
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| Recreating my flesh now purified, an endeavour to clear the pain
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| I disconnect all patterns, disintegrate my blood and bones, then analyze
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| consequences
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| My body is weak, in narcosis now refine, clarity and suffering thus collide
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| Deconstruction of reality should help me to
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| Understand this violent decay
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| Electric neurodrive to induce self-demise
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| Could I become God if I bled enough?
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| Synthetic pulse eradicates the structure of my thought
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| I recompose my nerves and re-arrange cells inside
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| A rough, carnal unit to rise
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| I am falling on my knees, my soul is burning
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| Dysfunctions of DNA creating components for an emerging spark of creation
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| I crush the border of my ego and I descend into a void
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| I’m floating through the perfect view
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| Of hidden truth behind this divine veil of light
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| And purge the poison of delusion from my veins
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| I modify levels of existence
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| The sequence is accomplished, my mind is now rewired |